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 cabaret
One of those games you're gonna lose
But you wanna play it just incase


And 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
Until we find a place to hide


Does it help you stay up late?
Does it help you concentrate?

Is it true you win when you chew your chin?
And ruining your fun
And you talk the talk alright

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
Until we find a place to hide


And now I'm out of place and I'm not getting any wiser
I feel like the Sundance Kid behind a synthesiser

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