fright lined dining room
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 truth's 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 shouldn't 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 you're 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 desert's only costume shop
The cowls hang and wait to rot away the identities of the willing
So I'm 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