Cinderella Search

On the rebound, fumbling all the lines

The light at the ends of the bottle alcoholic alphabet

Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection

Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search

Cinderella search

On the rebound, fumbling all the lines

Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim

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Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search

Cinderella search, Cinderella search

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

No more, no more

Exposing bedside manners on a work extension

Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes

Polaroid eyes

The footman memorized 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 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