Tekst
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 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 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, 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
