On the rebound, fumbling all the lines |
| The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet |
| Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection |
| Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search |
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines |
| Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim |
| Conversation needs translation |
| Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search |
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines |
| Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone |
| Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city |
| Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search |
But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken |
| Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life |
| Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises |
| I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream |
| To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! |
Exposing bedside manners on a work extension |
| Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes |
The footman memorised the number |
| But the prince still holds both the slippers |
| And would you leave a palace for a bedsit |
| And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? |
Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase |
| Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe |
| But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? |
| I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time |
| Give me time, won't you give me that time! |
Welcome back to the circus |
| Welcome back to the circus |
| Welcome back to the circus |
I always use the cue sheets but never the nets |
| Always the cue sheets but never the nets |
| Never the nets, never the nets |
| Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless |
Welcome back to the circus! |