analyse

a self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilty
your warning reams across the screen
in algebra, in algebra

the fences that you cannot climb
the sentences that do not rhyme
in all that you can ever change
the one you’re looking for
it gets you down

there’s no spark
no light in the dark
it gets you down, it gets you down
you travel far
what have you found?
that there’s no time
there’s no time
to analyse
to think things through
to make sense

like candles in the city
you’ll never look so pretty
while powercuts and blackouts
sleeping like babies
it gets you down, it gets you down
you’re just playing a part
you’re playing a part

oh there’s no time
there’s no time
to analyse
analyze