Belle Mare - Charade lyrics

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.