Lyrics:

A 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