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 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 the 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