Thom Yorke - Analyse (From The Basement November 2005) | Текст песни

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• Thom Yorke
• Analyse (From The Basement November 2005)

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
In rolling reams across a screen
In algebra, in algebra

The sentences that do not rhyme
The fences that you cannot climb
In all that you can ever change
I'm 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?

There's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense

Through candles in the city, you never looked so pretty
Through 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
But there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
Analyse
Analyse
Analyse