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 that than 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 giggling along
Her arms were folded the 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 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 giggling along And 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-alongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
