The Masquerade Is Over - Etta Jones

Your eyes don’t shine like they used to shine

And the thrill is gone when your lips meet mine

I’m afraid the masquerade is over

And so is love, and so is love

Your words don’t mean what they used to mean

They were once inspired, now they’re just routine

I’m afraid the masquerade is over

And so is love, and so is love

I guess I’ll have to play Pagliacci

And get myself a clown’s disguise

And then I’ll learn to laugh like Pagliacci

With tears in my eyes

You look, you look the same, you’re a lot the same

But my heart says, «No, no you’re not the same»

I’m afraid the masquerade is over — all over

And so is love, and so is love

It’s all over, and so is love