02. analyse

a self fulfilling prophecy
of endless possibilty
in rolling reams across a screen
in algebra in algebra

in fences that you cannot climb
in sentences that do not rhyme
in all that you can never change
the one your looking for

it gets you down
it gets you down

theres no spark
no light in the dark
it gets you down
it gets you down
youve travelled far
what have you have found
that theres no time
theres no time
to analyse
to think things thru
to make sense

by candles in the city
you 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 part
but theres no time
theres no time
to analyse
analyse
analyse
analyse

Q: "Your writing has always been intensely personal and conflicted, but because your voice is so up front on The Eraser, the words and images come through so vividly, as in 'Analyse'."

Thom: "[sings] 'Powercuts and blackouts/Sleeping like babies.' I used to live in central Oxford, on one of those historical streets, with all these houses built in the 1860s. I came home one night and for some reason, the street had a powercut. The houses were all dark, with candlelight in the windows, which is obviously how it would have been when they were built. It was beautiful."

(Rolling Stone, june 1st 2006)