text: Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
  That you would rather be beside than in front of
  But shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
  She swam out of tonights phantasm
  Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
  Theres absolutely nothing for us here
  Its a magnolia celebration to be attended on a Wednesday night
  Its better that than get a reputation as a miserable little tyke
  At least thats the conclusion she came to in this overture
  And the secret door swings behind us
  Shes saying nothing, shes 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
  Im 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
  Shes saying nothing, shes just giggling along
  Even if they were to find us
  I wouldnt notice, Im 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 shes 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 youre daft to think shed care
  Fools on parade
  Fools on parade
  Fools on parade
  Conduct a sing-along