text: You thrive on dancing in our laps before the more familiar chaps
  Who know the curtain leads to fever
  We watched the womaniser cry, and in the last sip
  You and I declared we might require a breather
  I am the truths true truant
  I can feign excitement fluently as solid as I can busk shock
  With well-presented merriment
  And I know all too well I shouldnt break the key off in the lock
  And the tumble splits the frame
  Revealing silk and fits
  In the fright lined dining room
  Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
  The days drag their heels
  When youre not there to crack the whip
  And the weeks wait to burst like a sachet of brats
  The old pantomime villain follows my coat
  And he hides where it hangs
  And he spies through the slats
  And meanwhile in the deserts only costume shop
  The cowls hang and wait to rot away the identities of the willing
  So Im back to sugar in the night
  Rocketing shutter doors despite the shop not opening for hours
  You can itch, flap and whistle and try to avoid the tock
  As I scribbled over drivel, you were snoring; showing off
  The tumble splits the frame
  Revealing silk and fits
  In the fright lined dining room
  Throw a gaze towards them while they feast