Thom Yorke
"Analyse"

a self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilty
your warning rings 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 (x2)

there's no spark
no light in the dark
it gets you down (x2)
you travel far
what have you found?
that there's no time
there's no time
to analyse
to think things through
to make sense

the candles in the city
they never looked so pretty
like powercuts and blackouts
sleeping like babies
it gets you down (x2)
you're just playing a part (x2)
you're playing a part
playing a part

oh there's no time
there's no time
to analyse
analyse