Sugar Mice
Marillion Lyrics


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I was flicking through the channels on the TV
On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain
Trying to piece together conversations
Trying to find out where to lay the blame
But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain

I heard Sinatra calling me through the floorboards
Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme
To the jukebox crying in the corner
While the waitress is counting out the time

For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain

'Cause I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am
Daddy took a raincheck
'Cause I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need
Daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck
Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me
Blame it on me, blame it on me

Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone
When I heard them asking questions I knew that you were all alone
Can't you understand that the government left me out of work
I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying, "What a jerk"

So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar
Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars




Blame it on me, blame it on me,
Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck

Overall Meaning

The song "Sugar Mice" is a poignant and reflective piece written and performed by the British neo-progressive rock band Marillion. The song is widely understood to be a lament over lost love, a tale of guilt and regret as the singer seeks to escape an unhappy present by dwelling on a past romance. The opening lyrics describe a man alone in a hotel room, trying to piece together conversations and figure out who to blame for his current situation. The chorus, which repeats throughout the song, offers a bleak and poetic observation about the transience of love and relationships: "We're just sugar mice in the rain." The imagery of the sugar mice melting away in the rain suggests that even the sweetest and most beautiful things in life are fleeting and will eventually disappear.


The song's second verse deepens its themes of sorrow and regret. The singer hears Frank Sinatra's voice coming through the floorboards, a symbol of his desire to connect with something meaningful and beautiful from the past. Meanwhile, a jukebox cries in the corner, and a waitress counts out the time, underscoring the inevitability of change and the loss of the past. The final lines of the song offer a glimpse of hopelessness and despair, as the singer's children ask him difficult questions about his job status, and he feels unable to answer them. The song ends with a sad and beautiful image of broken angels in a bar, clinging to whatever hope they can find.


Line by Line Meaning

I was flicking through the channels on the TV
I was mindlessly switching between different programs on TV


On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain
It was a rainy Sunday in Milwaukee when this was happening


Trying to piece together conversations
I was attempting to make sense of the conversations I overheard


Trying to find out where to lay the blame
I was looking for someone or something to blame for a problem


But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
There's no point in pretending or denying the truth


For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame
In the end, there's no one to blame but ourselves


Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
It's okay to put the blame on me, I accept responsibility


We're just sugar mice in the rain
We're fragile creatures trying to survive in uncertain conditions


I heard Sinatra calling me through the floorboards
I could hear music playing through the floorboards, including songs by Frank Sinatra


Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme
At this location, you can insert a coin and play a song on the jukebox


To the jukebox crying in the corner
The jukebox is in a sad state or condition


While the waitress is counting out the time
The waitress is uninterested in her job and simply waiting for her shift to end


'Cause I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am
I am self-aware and confident about my feelings, desires, and identity


Daddy took a raincheck
My father is unavailable or unwilling to help me right now


Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me
There's no one else to hold responsible for the situation except for me


Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone
The most difficult experience I had was talking to my children over the phone


When I heard them asking questions I knew that you were all alone
My kids' questions made me realize that you were lonely without me


Can't you understand that the government left me out of work
I lost my job due to government policies or actions


I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying, "What a jerk"
I couldn't bear to see my children's disappointed or judgmental expressions


So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar
If you want to find me, I'll be at the bar at the end of the street


Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars
I am keeping company with people who are damaged and struggling to cope


Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck
We are like sugar mice, fragile and vulnerable in the face of challenging circumstances, and unfortunately, my father can't help us right now




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DEREK WILLIAM DICK, MARK KELLY, IAN MOSLEY, STEVE ROTHERY, PETE TREWAVAS

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