On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholicalphabet
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
On the rebound, writing all the lines
Dreaming bartenders, bourbon, and the saxophone
Out of luck, out of charm, out of the game of rejections in a cigarette city
Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search
But the Samaritan of the 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
Exposing bedside manners on a work extension
Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes
The footman memorised the number
But the prince still holds both the slippers
And would you leave the palace
For a bedsit and 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
- "Cinderella Search" (Marillion)
