Treacle - David Cutter Music

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 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 comin' 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 comin' out tonight And so they found a place to hide Now I'm out of place, and I'm not gettin' 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 Black treacle Black treacle Black treacle

The knife Has become dull I crave Something useful I hammer a nail Into the back Of your hand You say You're Messiah I say You're a Liar You set fire To the back Of my head My life's Never dull I crave Something stable I point a gun To the back Of your head I watch your body fold I imagine I'm in the middle I hammer a nail Into the back Of your hands You say you're my savior I dig the nail in deeper You set fire To the back Of my head My life's Never dull I crave Something stable I point a gun To the back Of your head