Thom Yorke - Analyse letra de canción

A self-fulfilling prophecy
Of endless possibility
In rolling reams across the screen
In algebra, in algebra

The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
I'm 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