Interpretation

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
I'm the one you're looking for.

It gets you down,
It gets you down,
There's no spark,
You've 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.