Treacle for the Snark

Stand in a line, to make it on time
Listen to words, always unheard
Seeing the sign, all for the blind
Sickles will slice, prayers for the dice
Pull down the shade, darkness will fade
Folded in hands, lighting the candelabra
Yes it’s treacle, treacle, treacle for the snark

Walk on the ground, head upside down
Know what it’s worth, to never unearth
Secrets you find, another kind
Shutting the door, just brings in more
Tale on the face, isn’t the case
Smash up the grand, lighting the candelabra
Yes it’s treacle, treacle, treacle for the snark

Running backwards and slacken the smile on your face
Dizzy blackbirds and fasten a choke on the chase
Running backwards and tracking a hole into space
Running backwards until we are gone from this place

Reciting drones on, into the dawn
Drunkards in lace, speaking of grace
Caught from behind, tassels unwind
In bed with the grand, smashing the candelabra
Yes it’s treacle, treacle, treacle for the snark