Secret Door

Fools on parade cavort and carry on

For waiting 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 attempted 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

The secret door swings behind us

She's saying nothing

She's just giggling along

Her arms were folded most indignant

Not looking like she was soon to leave

I had to squint in order to believe

And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf

I'm unveiling the unexpected

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

How could such a creature

Survive in such a habitat

The secret door swings behind us

She's saying nothing

She's just giggling along

And even if they were to find us

I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied

At all the fools on parade

Cavort and carry on for waiting eyes

That 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 options

But you're daft to think she'd care

Fools on parade [3x]

Conduct a sing-along