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 cabriolet One of those games you’re going to lose But you want to 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
And 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 a laugh Like a key under the mat But it never seems to be there when you want it.