The table and your hands, voices overlap,
coffee and couples, and I'm thinkin'
Gonna find the parade, gonna wear those colors,
gonna marry the lions"¦
One feels very well, the end of things.
One feels very well, the beginning.
Gonna find the parade, gonna wear those colors,
gonna marry the lions, and sleep in their manes!
Gonna find the parade, gonna wear those colors,
gonna marry the lions.
And if I can't hide from myself, they can't hide from me either.
If I can't hide from myself, one day I'll find the parade!
If I can't hide from myself, they can't hide from me either.
If I can't hide from myself, one day I'll find the parade!
And when I think I've gone to far, the moon she will flicker.
And light my way to spring and a feast of tulips and wine.
Gonna find the parade, gonna wear those colors,
gonna marry the lions!
And if I can't hide from myself, they can't hide from me either.
If I can't hide from myself, one day I'll find the parade!
If I can't hide from myself, they can't hide from me either.
If I can't hide from myself, one day I'll find the parade!
One day I'll find the parade.
One day I'll find the parade.