Lyrics Thom Yorke - Analyse

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
In rolling reams across a screen,
In algebra, in algebra,
In fences that you cannot climb,
In 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...

By 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,
But there's no time,
There's no time to analyse...