I have this face that I put away When sunlight calls the break of day When blacks become gold and cloudy blue I hide the person the nighttime knew Dawn is an artist so inspired Who, when the old face I've retired Masks my vissage in subtly With colors the public is happy to see I spend the day as a pantomime Reciting someone else’s rhyme My friends speak fondly of the eyes Of a person I do not recognize But in the evening when the sun Has done its work and had its fun It makes way for streaks of pink and red And scarlet shadows overhead It is then I take the face Out from its daily hiding place And fit it snug around my ears Til stars and safety reappear