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

And the secret door swings behind us
She’s saying nothing, 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 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

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