cannot get, started

When in the prop of the morning
With the traffic and the canon lights
On and on till the evening
With its thick and orange light
And now we nervous walk here
The whole city tried to eat itself
You kill some track to zero
Working hard just to get yourself
Sometimes I cant get it started
Back from nothing
Sometimes I cant get it started
It is a mass production
All the blank little minutes align
On and on till the evening
Where its black and orange light
And now we nervous walk here
Swinging arms like satellites
And now were nervous walking
Until the body wont sleep through the night
Sometimes I cant get it started
Back from nothing
Sometimes I cant get it started
Where we lies is a little burned
Spinning around
Dont they know that the hours move slow?
And I cant get it started
Where we lies is a little burned
Spinning around
Dont they know that the hours move slow?
Slow?