Arctic Monkeys - Secret Door

Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
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 attended 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.

The secret door swings behind us,
She's saying nothing, she's 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.
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?

The secret door swings behind us,
She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along
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
She's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.
Fools on parade frolic and fuck about
To make a 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 conduct a sing-along