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 bed-sit

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