• I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
  • Mardy Bum
  • Fake Tales of San Francisco
  • Dancing Shoes
  • When the Sun Goes Down
  • Fluorescent Adolescent
  • The View from the Afternoon
  • A Certain Romance
  • Teddy Picker
  • Riot Van
  • Do I Wanna Know?
  • From the Ritz to the Rubble
  • Still Take You Home
  • Brianstorm
  • Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured
  • Old Yellow Bricks
  • R U Mine?
  • You Probably Couldn't See for the Lights but You Were Staring Straight at Me
  • D Is for Dangerous
  • Balaclava
  • Do Me a Favour
  • 505
  • This House Is a Circus
  • Only Ones Who Know
  • Perhaps Vampires Is a Bit Strong But...
  • If You Were There, Beware
  • Crying Lightning
  • The Bad Thing
  • Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?
  • Arabella
  • My Propeller
  • One for the Road
  • Cornerstone
  • Snap Out of It
  • I Wanna Be Yours
  • No. 1 Party Anthem
  • Dangerous Animals
  • Knee Socks
  • Don't Sit Down 'Cause I've Moved Your Chair
  • Secret Door
  • I Want It All
  • Dance Little Liar
  • Fireside
  • Potion Approaching
  • Mad Sounds
  • Fire and the Thud
  • Pretty Visitors
  • She's Thunderstorms
  • Black Treacle
  • The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala


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 are 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 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 are not coming out tonight, and so they found a place to hide

And now I'm out of place and I'm not getting any wiser
I feel like the sun dance kid behind a synthesizer
And I tried last night to pack away the laugh, like a key under the mat But it never seems to be there when you want it

Black treacle, black treacle, black treacle
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