A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilty. You're born and raised 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 travel far. What have you found. When 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. When there's no time. There's no time. To Analyse. Analyse. Analyse