there's no time to analyse

a self fulfilling prophecy
of endless possibility
in rolling reams across the screen
in algebra, in algebra

in fences that you can not climb
in sentences that do not rhyme
in all that you can ever change
the one you're looking for

it gets you down
it get you down
there's no spark
no light in the dark
it gets you down
it get you down
you've travelled far
what have you have found
That there's no time
There's no time
to analyse
to think things through
to make sense

By candles in the city
you never looked so pretty
By power cuts and blackouts
sleeping like babies

it gets you down
it get you down
you're just playing a part
you're just playing a part
you're playing a part
playing a part
but there's no time
there's no time
to analyse
analyse