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 cabaret
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?
is it true you win 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 I’m out of place and I’m not getting any wiser
I feel like the Sundance Kid behind a synthesizer
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
black treacle, black treacle, black treacle.
Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm
she flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue
it does a dozen somersaults and it leaves you supercharged
makes me wanna blow the candles out just to see if you glow in the dark
shalalala-shalalala-shalalala-shalalala
home sweet home, home sweet home, home sweet booby-trap
I took the batteries out my mysticism and put them in my thinking cap
she’s got a telescopic hallelujah hanging up on the wall
for when it gets too complicated in the eye of the storm
shalalala-shalalala-shalalala-shalalala
and in a hellcat spangled cavern
when your judgement’s on the run
and you’re acting like a stranger
‘cause you thought it looked like fun
well did you ever get the feeling
that these are things she said before
her steady hands may well have done the devil’s pedicure
what you waiting for? singing another fucking shalalala !
Topless models doing semaphore
wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored
illuminations on a rainy day
when she walks her footsteps sing a reckless serenade
I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what it is I mean
called up to listen to the voice of reason
and got the answering machine
the type of kisses where teeth collide
when she laughs her heavens hum a stun-gun lullaby
those twinkling vixens with a shining spiral eyes
their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she’s walking by
I left my message but did he fuck get back to me
and now I’m stuck still and wondering how it’s meant to be
singing a reckless serenade, reckless serenade…
She’s thunderstorms
lying on her front
up against the wall
she’s thunderstorms
I’ve been feeling foolish
you should try it
she came and substituted
the peace and quiet
for acrobatic blood, flow, concertina
cheating heartbeat, rapid fire
she’s thunderstorms
lying on her front
up against the wall
she’s thunderstorms
hear who’s your host
sounds as if she’s pretty close
when the heats starts growing horns
she’s thunderstorms
she’s been loop the looping
around my mind
her motorcycle boots
give me this kind of acrobatic blood, concertina
cheating heartbeat, rapid fire
she’s thunderstorms, in an unusual place
when you feeling far away
she does what the night does to the day
thunderstorms.
”…And do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now,
or darling have you started feeling old yet?
don’t worry I’m sure that you still breaking hearts
with the efficiency that only youth can harness
and do you still feel love is a laserquest
or do you take it all more seriously ?
I’ve tried to ask you this, in some daydreams that I’ve had
but you’re always busy being make believe
and do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you’re there
or have somebody’s goodnight kisses got that covered?
when I’m not being honest, I’ll pretend that you were just some lover…”
