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, reflection
Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search
Cinderella search, search

On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Decay on the vertical hold
With a horizontal in conversation needs translation
Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search
Cinderella search

On the rebound, writing all the lines
Dreaming bartender's bourbon and the saxaphone
Out of luck, out of charm I forgive rejections
In cigarette city only courting the holding of direction
On the Cinderella search, Cinderella search

But the samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken
Swam through the nicotine seas and we exchanged the kiss of life
Resurrection in a trance, the mortal, the grail
In a marquee of promises I touch the dream, I hold the dream
I have the dream to end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search
Oh no more, no more

Exposing the 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 in 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
Gave me time, won't you give me the 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 nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless,
nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless,
Welcome back to the circus!

[FISH 1984 -- Produced by Simon Hanhart/Marillion (12 MARIL 2 B