A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilty   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