The Death Ramps - Secret Door | Текст песни

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Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
For waiting eyes
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
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

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.
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?

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

At 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 a 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