LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSecret Door
Fools on parade cavort and carry onFor waiting eyesOnes you would rather be beside than in front ofBut she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the staresShe swam out of tonight's phantasmGrabbed my hand and made it very clearThere's absolutely nothing for us hereIt's a magnolia celebrationTo be attended on a Wednesday nightIt's better than to get a reputationAs a miserable little tykeAt least that's the conclusion she came to in this overtureThe secret door swings behind usShe's saying nothingShe's just gigling alongHer arms were folded most indignantNot looking like she was soon to leaveI had to squint in order to believeThen like a butler pushing on a bookshelfAnd unveiling the unexpectedI, who was earlier reluctantWas suddenly embarassed and correctedHow could such a creature survive in such a habitat?The secret door swings behind usShe's saying nothingShe's just giggling alongEven if they were to find usI wouldn't noticeI'm completely occupiedAs all the fools on paradeCavort and carry on for waiting eyesOnes you would rather be beside than in front ofBut she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the staresFools on parade frolic and fuck about to make her gazeTurn to a scribble on a pageBy a picture that holds her absenceBut you daft to think she'd careFools on paradeFools on paradeFools on parade conduct a sing-along
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