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 attended on a Wednesday night
It's better that than 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,
coz 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.
That like a butler pushing on a bookshelf,
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,
cause she's just giggling 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 waiting 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 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
Fools on parade
Fools on parade
conduct a sing-along