Written July 18th 2001 by Andy Skuse

The Spell

I don't care what you want
Take your hands away from me
I don't understand the words
Why can't you stand on your two feet?

I don't care how bad you look
You did this to yourself
It could never happen to me I know
I've been careful not to screw up

Time has cast a spell on us
Now we blindly run the race
No time to contemplate the consequence
We've got to keep the pace

I've got things to do
I can't think about you
The water is rising, can't you see?
I've got to deal with it right now

What's your number?
Can I put you on hold?
I'm busy right now
I'll call you back

Time has cast a spell on us
Now we blindly run the race
No time to contemplate the consequence
We've got to keep the pace

I need it now
Is it ready yet?
So it's not as good
But I just hate to wait

Don't slow me down
Don't ask me stupid questions
I don't have time for this

I don't have time...

Time has cast a spell on us
Now we blindly run the race
No time to contemplate the consequence
We've got to keep the pace

Like mice in a maze
That we built ourselves
We chase down time
And never look up

Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance
We settle for less
To have it ready today

So what am I running for?

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