A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for
The sentences that do not rhyme
The fences that you cannot climb
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for
It gets you down
It gets you down
It gets you down
It gets you down
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
