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 x2
there’s no spark
no light in the dark
it gets you down x2
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 x2
you’re just playing a part x2
you’re playing a part x2
oh there’s no time
there’s no time
to analyse
analyze x3
-Awesome song.
