Thom Yorke - Analyse (Various Remix) lyrics

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilty You're born and raised across the street In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences that do not rhyme In all that you can ever change The one you're looking for It gets you down It gets you down There's no spark No light in the dark It gets you down It gets you down You travel far What have you found That there's no time There's no time To an*lyze To think things through To make sense Like cows in the city They never looked so pretty Bad power cuts 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 a part That there's no time There's no time To an*lyze an*lyze an*lyze