Start of the Breakdown

Scratch the ice

Let the telephone ring

Sands 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 rain

Dry skin flakes where there's ice in the vien

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 heads in our hands )

As we love to to cry

Half alive

Is this the start of the breakdown ?

I can't understand you

Is this the start of the breakdown ?