Secret Door

Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waitin' eyes

That you would rather be beside than in front of

But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares

She swam out of tonight's phantasm

Grabbed my hand and made it very clear

There's absolutely nothing for us here

It's a magnolia celebration to be attended on a Wednesday night

It's better than to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke

At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture

And the secret door swings behind us

She's saying nothing, she's just gigglin' along

Her arms were folded the most indignant

Not lookin' like she was soon to leave

I had to squint in order to believe

And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf

And unveiling the unexpected

I, who was earlier reluctant, was suddenly embarrassed and corrected

How could such a creature survive in such a habitat?

And the secret door swings behind us

She's saying nothing, she's just gigglin' along

Even if they were to find us

I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied

As all the fools on parade cavort and carry on for waitin' eyes

Ones you would rather be beside than in front of

But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares

Fools on parade frolic and fuck about to make her gaze

Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture that holds her absence

But you're daft to think she'd care

Fools on parade

Fools on parade

Fools on parade

Conduct a sing-along