self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility You roll in reams 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 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 cows in the city, they never looked so pretty By power carts 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
