text: Lately, Ive been seeing things
  Belly button piercings
  In the sky at night
  When were side by side
  And I dont mean to rain
  On anybodys cabriolet
  One of those games youre gonna lose
  But you wanna play it, just in case
  Now its getting dark and the sky looks sticky
  More like black treacle than tar
  Black treacle
  Somebody told the stars youre 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 dont want it now
  Now its getting dark and the sky looks sticky
  More like black treacle than tar
  Black treacle
  Somebody told the stars youre not coming out tonight
  And so they found a place to hide
  Now Im out of place and Im not getting any wiser
  I feel like the Sundance Kid behind a synthesizer
  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