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 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 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 coming out tonight
And so they found a place to hide

Now I'm out of place
And I'm not getting any wiser
I feel like the Sundance 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