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