Masquerade

Night is here I can feel the darkness seeping into my skin beneath the mask on my face Feel the rush as I descend onto the cobblestones in my french heeled slippers tonight is mine, This night is mine. You are here and I detail the face behind your mask in my soul I know everything but you know only my mask Drunk with false ecstasy I drop my defenses tonight will be ours, This night is ours. Too late, I feel your hand moving to the bow at the back of my head And the mask falls before I can conceal my shame I fall to the ground, desolate, broken and wait for the shadow of your body to walk away But it only gets shorter as if you're coming down to the ground I feel your hand on my face I must look at you. And you say, "I knew it was you I waited for you to come To make this a night for rememebering"