Charade
Your light has died.
It hurts. I cry. It hurts. I cry.
But I never even tried
To believe
I would cause
Anything to happen
Any wild night to come
All my faking for a splendid hour
Isn't worth a night
Without
A cry for you my dear
A cry for you my dear
A cry... for you...
Saw life
Saw fine
Told myself be nice
Talked well
Talked wise
Found out
Couldn't count on a surprise,
On a chance twice,
On a charmed dice,
On a way to rain on your charade.
It hurts. I cry. It hurts. I cry.
But I never even tried
To believe
I would cause
Anything to happen
Any wild night to come
All my faking for a splendid hour
Isn't worth a night
Without
A cry for you my dear
A cry for you my dear
A cry... for you...
Saw life
Saw fine
Told myself be nice
Talked well
Talked wise
Found out
Couldn't count on a surprise,
On a chance twice,
On a charmed dice,
On a way to rain on your charade.
Credits
Writer(s): Amelia Bushell, Thomas Servidone
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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