Thom Yorke - Analyse (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)

A self-fulfilling prophecy Of endless possibility In rolling reams across a screen 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 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