The Costume Ball

Someone is giving a costume ball
Someone’s depending on us to be there
No chance of being yourself at all
But you’ll know everyone you will see there
Picture a ballroom of mirrors that lie
Oh how you’ll love the world they will show you
Magic chandeliers, softly hide the years
And the costume ball goes on and on
And on and on
And on every clock the hands never meet
This is a ball where midnight is missing
At masquerades the kisses are sweet
You never know whose lips you are kissing
Someone is giving a costume ball
Someone’s depending on us to be there
It’s not very far, just come as you are
Even when the music
And the dancers
All are gone
The costume ball goes on an on
The costume ball goes on