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

And 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
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