Fright Lined Dining Room
You thrive on dancing in our laps before the more familiar chaps who know the curtain leads to feverWe watched a womanizer cry and in the last sip you and I declared we might require a breatherI am a truth's true truant; I can feign excitement fluently as solid as I can busk shock.With well presented merriment and I know all too well I shouldn't break the key off in the lock
And the tumble splits the frame, revealing silken fitIn the fright-lined dining room,Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
The days drag their heels when you're not there to crack the whipAnd the weeks wait to burst like a sachet of bratsThe old pantomime villain follows my coatAnd he hides where it hangs and he spies through the slats
And meanwhile in the desert's only costume shop the cowls hang and wait to rot away the identities of the willing
Drowned bags of sugar in the night, rocketing shutter doors despite the shop not opening for hoursYou can itch, flap and whistle, and try to avoid the tockAs I scribbled over drivel you were snoring showing off.
The tumble splits the frame, revealing silken fitIn the fright lined dining roomThrow a gaze towards them while they feast.