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   How she was never gonna look to?   Suddenly embarrassed and corrected   How could such a creature   Survive in such a habitat      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      At all the 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   Fools on parade   Frolic and fuck about to make her gaze   Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture   That holds her options   But you’re daft to think she’d care      Fools on parade (3x)   Conduct a sing-along