Thom Yorke - The Eraser

lyrics:


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