The smiles as she walked in the room
have all turned into frowns
am I to quick to assume
that the love is no longer in bloom?
the tantrums and the tears
play a very different tune
to what they did before
her heads red raw
and the ending doesn’t sound like
the happiest around
when you sobbed before
it felt much more
like the product of a squabble
now there’s reason for it
to be something more
and there would be
oh, it’s uncertain
whether the curtain has
shut for good she said
“see if it’s still raining
I’m not dressed for it
and if you loved me”
I interrupted received a scowl and stare
but still decided to stop her there…
would it be outrageous to say
we’re either shouting or we’re shagging
locked in tempestuous ways
or at least that’s how it felt yesterday
the eyes are getting heavier and whether
you’re asleep or awake is a mystery…
would a kiss be too much to ask?
when you fit me
like Sunday’s frozen pitch
fits the thermos flask, it’s a pity
it’s just hit me, we can’t go back
to the chest touching on the back.

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 !

You used to get it in your fishnets
now you only get it in your night dress
discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
landed in a very common crisis
everything’s in order in a black hole
nothing seems as pretty as the past though
that Bloody Mary’s lacking in Tabasco
remember when you used to be a rascal?
oh the boy’s a slag
the best you ever had
is just a memory and those dreams
but as daft as they seem
my love when you dream them up
flicking through a little book of sex tips
remember when the boys were all electric?
now when she tells she’s gonna get it
I’m guessing that she’d rather just forget it
clinging to not getting sentimental
said she wasn’t going but she went still
likes her gentlemen not to be gentle
was it a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil?
you’re falling aboutyou took a left off Last Laugh Lane
you were just sounding it out
you’re not coming back again.

I heard the truth was built to bend
a mechanism to suspend the guilt
is what you are requiring still
you’ve got to dance little liar
just like those fibs to pop and fizz
and you’ll be forced to take that awful quiz
and you’re bound to trip
and she’ll detect the fiction on
your lips and dig a contradiction up
and the clean coming will hurt
and you can never get it spotless
when there’s doubt beneath the dirt
the liar take a lot less time
I’m sure it’s clear and plain to me
it’s not an alibi you need just yet
oh no it’s something for those beads of sweat
yes, that we’ll get you back to normal
and after you have dabbed the patch, you’ll grieve
and then proceed to scratch the varnish off
that newly added calmness
so as not to raise any alarms too soon
and the clean coming will hurt
and you can never get it spotless
when there’s doubt beneath the dirt
the liar takes a lot less
time to decide on his saunter
have you got itchy bones?
and in all your time alone
can you hack your mind being riddled
with the wrong memories?
and the clean coming will hurt
and you can never get it spotless
when there’s dirt between the dirt…

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…

Well, this is a good idea
he wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t
he wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t one
well, my friend fancies you
oh, what a way to begin it all
you said they’re always exciting
words to hear
and we woke up together
not quite realising how
oh, when you’re stretching and yawning
it’s always hard in the morning
and I suppose that’s the price you pay
well, oh, it isn’t what it was
she’s thinking he looks different today
and oh, there’s nothing left to guess now
bou left before the lights came on
because you didn’t want to ruin
what it was that was brewing
before he absolutely had to
and how can you wake up
with someone you don’t love?
and not feel slightly fazed by it
oh, he had a struggle
quick, let’s leave
before the lights come on
cause then you don’t have to see
what you’ve done
I’ll walk you up
what time’s the bus come?