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 in case

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 [bad word] out tonight
And so they found a place to hide

Does it help you stay up late?
Does it help you concentrate?
Is it [bad word] you win, when you chew your chin? 
[bad word] your fun?
And you talk the talk alrite 
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 [bad word] out tonight 
And so they found a place to hide

And 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 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