Lately I´ve been seeing things, belly button piercings In the sky at night when we´re side by side And I don´t mean to rain on anybody´s cabroilet One of those games you´re gonna lose
But you wanna play it, just in case
Now it´s getting dark and the sky looks sticky More like black treacle than tar Black treacle Somebody told the stars you´re not coming out tonight And so they found a place to hide
Does it help you stay up late? Does it help you concentrate? Does it tune you in when you chew your chin? Am I ruining your fun? And you talk the talk alright But do you walk the walk or catch the train? You wanted it, you got it, but you don´t want it now
Now it´s getting dark and the sky looks sticky More like black treacle than tar Black treacle Somebody told the stars you´re not coming out tonight And so they found a place to hide
Now I´m out of place and I´m not getting any wiser I feel like the Sundance Kid behind a synthesiser And I tried last night to pack away your laugh Like a key under the mat But it never seems to be there when you want it