Analyse

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilty
You're born and raised across the street
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
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

When there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense

Like candles in the city,
they never looked so pretty
By powercuts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies

It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part

You're playing a part
Playing a part
When there's no time
There's no time

To Analyse
Analyse
Analyse
Analyse