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 no 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