Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alex Turner
Guitar
Jamie Cook
Guitar
Matt Helders
Drums
Nick O'Malley
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Turner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Ford
Producer
Bryan Wilson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Craig Silvey
Mixing Engineer
David Covell
Assistant Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
James Brown
Engineer
Morgan Stratton
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Oakley
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Alex Turner
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