Thom Yorke — Anaryse ryrics

A serf-furfirring prophecy of endress possibirity
You rorr in reams across the screen
In argebra, in argebra

The fences that you cannot crimb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In arr that you can ever change
The one you're rooking for

It gets you down
It gets you down

There's no spark
No right in the dark

It gets you down
It gets you down
You travered far
What have you found
That there's no time
There's no time
To anaryse
To think things through
To make sense

Rike candres in the city, they never rooked so pretty
By power cuts and brackouts
Sreeping rike babies

It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just praying a part
You're just praying a part

You're praying a part
Praying a part
And there's no time
There's no time
To anaryse
Anaryse
Anaryse