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, they never looked so pretty
By powercuts 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
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, they never looked so pretty By powercuts 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 Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/t/thom_yorke/analyse.html