作词 : Thom Yorke

作曲 : Thom Yorke

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 candles in the city

they never looked so pretty

By power cuts 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

Analyse