It's time to break your pencils It's time to be confused Time to put up and make up for the time you lose I feel them things that tie me Slowly lose their grip I hold my breath and dive for the surface to split it And I was truly acting Like I had a heart of gold Bite down on that book cos in seven weeks We'll run We'll get lost in the Spanish sun Anna, she cried all night cos she don't see no light Hold me tight like a gun Getting lost in the Spanish sun Anna, she cried all night cos she don't see no light Hold me tight It's time to pick up something There's something left to do And I'll cut you cos you want it I'm trying to break with something It's getting hard to prove But this stone in my chest gets me through It's time to break your pencils It's time to be confused Because in seven weeks We'll run We'll get lost in the Spanish sun Anna, she cried all night cos she don't see no light Hold me tight like a gun Getting lost in the Spanish sun Anna, she cried all night cos she don't see no light Hold me tight Alright! And I will lose my head On the streets of Barcelona God I'm glad I phoned ya' I stay in bed without you