The Masquerade is Over - P.J. Proby

My blue horizon is turning gray

And my dreams are drifting away

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 love and so is love

I guess I’ll have to play Pagliacci and get myself a clown’s disguise

And learn to laugh like Pagliacci with tears in my eyes

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

And so is love, and so is love

Your words don’t mean what they used to me

They were once inspired, now they’re just routine

I’m afraid the masquerade is over