"Last Flowers to the Hospital"

"Analyse"

A self-fulfilling prophecy
of endless possibility
in rolling reams across the screen
in algebra
in algebra

in sentences that do not rhyme
in fences you cannot climb
in all that you can never change
I'm the one that 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've traveled far
what have you found?

there's no time
there's no time
to analyse
to think things through
to make sense

through candles in the city
you never looked so pretty
through power cuts 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

but there's no time
there's no time
to analyse
analyse
analyse
analyse