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