Start Of The Breakdown

Scratch the ice, let the telephone ring

Sense of time is a powerful thing

And we love to laugh, love to cry

Half alive we love to

Go slow when we're dancing for the rain

Dry skin flakes where there's ice in the vein

And we love to cry, half alive

Is this the start of the breakdown?

Scratch the earth, dig the burial ground

Sense of time won't be easily found

And ten out of ten for the ones

Who defend, pretend too

Breakdown is a final demand

We stand firm with our head in our hands

As we love to cry, half alive

Is this the start of the breakdown?

I can't understand you

Is this the start of the breakdown?

I can't understand you

Is this the start of the breakdown?

Break, breakdown

Break, break

I can't understand you

Is this the start of the breakdown?

I can't understand you

Is this the start of the breakdown?

I can't understand you

Is this the start of the breakdown?

I can't understand you