Over-Analysis

Well I don't mean anything

Cause it makes no difference

You shake your head again as I try to make amends

Well I know I've got a gift for over-analysis

Don't you know that I'll try to make it fit

But I'll make a mess of it

You say there's nothing to it

That the news 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 that I'll add the numbers up

But I always get too much

You say there's nothing to it

that the news 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

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 too many miles and miles

With all these things that I do

It's all I can do