Arctic Monkeys - Secret Door

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 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 the 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 and 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
And 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