Lately I′ve been seeing things

Belly button piercings

In the sky at nightWhen we're side by side

And I don′t mean to rain on anybody's cabroilet

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 comin' 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 comin' out tonight

And so they found a place to hide

Now I′m out of place and I'm not gettin' any wiser

I feel like the Sundance Kid behind a synthesiser

And I tried last night to pack away your laugh

Like a key under the mat

But it never seems to be there when you want it

Black treacle

Black treacle

Black treacle