Secret Door
Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyesOnes you would rather be beside than in front ofShe'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 clearThere's absolutely nothing for us here.It's a magnolia celebration to be attended on a Wednesday nightIt's better that than get a reputation as a miserable little tykeAt 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.Like a butler pushing on a bookshelf and unveiling the unexpectedI who was earlier reluctant was suddenly embarrassed and correctedHow could such a creature survive in such a habitat?
The secret door swings behind us,She's saying nothing, she's just giggling alongEven if they were to find us, I wouldn't notice,I'm completely occupiedAs all the Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyesOnes you would rather be beside than in front ofShe's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.Fools on parade frolic and fuck aboutTo make a 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 conduct a sing-along