Over-Analysis
Well I don't mean anything
'Cause it makes no difference
You shake your head again
As I try to make ammends
Well I know I've got a gift for over-analysis
Don't you know me?
I'll try to make it fit but I'll make a mess of it
You say there's nothing to it,
that the music is sometimes wrong
But the stars predict that I'll be tricked oh
Break my bones and string me along
But I still go on til I've got nothing left inside
A waste of time or a grand design?
Oh never mind, 'cause I've got no more pride to swallow now
I don't mean to make a fuss
but you're meant to be helping us
Don't you know me?
I'll add the numbers up
but I always get too much
You say there's nothing to it,
that the music is sometimes wrong
But the stars predict that I'll be tricked
Break my bones and string me along
But I still go on til I've got nothing left inside
A waste of time or a grand design?
Oh never mind, coz I've got no more pride to swallow now
And I don't know why I should bother if you see black and white not colour
Don't you see that I don't care if you don't want me there?
Will I ever find something better
to fill my time?
Well I've never tried
but I'd be so very far behind
I'm gonna draw a line
and try to cross it by January
I'm running out of time
but I've come so many miles and miles
with all these things
that I do
It's all I can do
'Cause it makes no difference
You shake your head again
As I try to make ammends
Well I know I've got a gift for over-analysis
Don't you know me?
I'll try to make it fit but I'll make a mess of it
You say there's nothing to it,
that the music is sometimes wrong
But the stars predict that I'll be tricked oh
Break my bones and string me along
But I still go on til I've got nothing left inside
A waste of time or a grand design?
Oh never mind, 'cause I've got no more pride to swallow now
I don't mean to make a fuss
but you're meant to be helping us
Don't you know me?
I'll add the numbers up
but I always get too much
You say there's nothing to it,
that the music is sometimes wrong
But the stars predict that I'll be tricked
Break my bones and string me along
But I still go on til I've got nothing left inside
A waste of time or a grand design?
Oh never mind, coz I've got no more pride to swallow now
And I don't know why I should bother if you see black and white not colour
Don't you see that I don't care if you don't want me there?
Will I ever find something better
to fill my time?
Well I've never tried
but I'd be so very far behind
I'm gonna draw a line
and try to cross it by January
I'm running out of time
but I've come so many miles and miles
with all these things
that I do
It's all I can do
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Jonathan Harris, Robert Ferguson Smith, Simon Maynard Pettigrew, Mark Treasure
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