Black treacle More like black treacle than tar Somebody told the stars you're not coming out tonight And so they found a place to hide 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

Ooh ooh, one for the road One for the road, ooh ooh So we all go back to yours and you sit and talk to me on the floor There's no need to show me round baby, I feel like I've been in here before I've been wondering whether later when you tell everybody

Take it easy for a little while Come and stay with us Four stars out of five (Take it easy for a little while) It's such an easy flight Cute new places keep on popping up The information action ratio (Cute new places keep on popping up) Advertise in

They'll never listen Because their minds are made up And 'course it's all okay to carry on that way Not in the same way Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is

Yours is the only ocean, That I wanna swing from, I was biting the time zone, And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams, And threw caution to the colorful Then we fell asleep in the car, Until the bumps woke me up in your grip And the tide took me

Well, I'm so glad they turned us all away We'll put it down to fate Got too deep, but how deep is too deep? It made so much sense But now the haze has ascended Well, last night these two bouncers And one of 'em's alright, the other one's the scary one

Why'd you only call me when you're high? Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high? Now it's three in the morning And I'm trying to change your mind Left you multiple missed calls And to my message you reply The mirror's image It tells me it's home

If you were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Why leave her on her own? I wouldn't have said it if I would have known I don't know what it is that they want Three hundred and fifty no thank-yous, and nobody flinches Go on, girl, go on, give us

You showed me my tomorrow Beside a box of matches A welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolen Might just ring true Depends who you prefer But if it's true you're gonna run away Tell me where I'll meet you there

The followers of chaos out of control To liberty and honor under the honor roll "They're going wild" the call came in At early morning predawn then "The followers of chaos out of control They're numbering the monkeys The monkeys and the monkeys" "They're