A self-fulfilling prophecy

Of endless possibility

In rolling reams across a screen

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 traveled far

What have you found

That there's no time

There's no time

To analyse

To think things through

To make sense.

Like candles in the city,

You never looked so pretty

By 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

And there's no time

There's no time

To analyse

Analyse

Analyse

Analyse.