[Verse 1]
Lately I've been seeing things
Bellybutton 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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 3]
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
Lately I've been seeing things
Bellybutton 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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 3]
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
Track 2 on Suck It And See
