Keith Cook - If 16 Were 39

The twinkle in your eyes was like the sun in the sky
All the words from your lips have run dry
I’m afraid it’s the end of our charade
The torch has burned out of the parade
Ashes are falling in the ticker tape parade

The words came out the same but don’t say the same thing
20/20 after sight
(I’m afraid) it’s the end of our charade
The torch as burned out of the parade
Ashes are falling in the ticker tape

Paint my face like Pagliacci
Suffering master of the art
Paint my face like Pagliacci with the tears burning in my heart
Paint my face like Pagliacci
Laughter from a broken heart
Laugh like Pagliacci

You haven’t seemed to age a day
But somehow I can’t see you the same way
I’m afraid it’s the end of our charade
The torch as burned out of the parade
Ashes are falling in the ticker tape

Written by:
KEITH COOK

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