Cinderella Search Songtext

On the rebound, fumbling all the linesThe light at the end of the bottle - alcoholicalphabetThrough the looking glass the proof in my own reflectionFive senses down and reeling on the Cinderella searchOn the rebound, fumbling all the linesDecay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aimConversation needs translationThree dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella searchOn the rebound, fumbling all the linesDreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone,Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette cityOnly courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search,Cinderella searchBut the Samaritan of the heartbroken, ehartbroken,Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of lifeResurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promisesI touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dreamTo end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh nomore, nomore!Exposing bedside manners on a work extensionAwaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyesThe footman memorised the numberBut the prince still holds both the slippersAnd would you leave a palace for a bedsitAnd Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales?Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chaseMaybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safeBut 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 timeGive me time, won't you give me that time!Welcome back to the circusWelcome back to the circusWelcome back to the circusI always use the cue sheets but never the netsAlways the cue sheets but never the nets,Never the nets, never the nets,nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless,Welcome back to the circus!