Texty: George Benson. This Masquerade.

Are we really happy here
With this lonely game we play?
Looking for words to say

Searching but not finding
Understanding anywhere
We're lost in a mas-masquerade

Both afraid to say we're just to far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over but the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play

Thoughts of leaving disappear
Every time I see your eyes
No matter how hard I try

To understand the reasons
That we carry on this way
We're lost in a masquerade