Scratch the ice
Sense of time is a powerful thing
Let the telephone ring
And we love to laugh
Love to cry
We love to
Half alive
Dry skin flakes where there's ice in the vien
Go slow when we're dancing for rain
And we love to cry
Half alive
Is this the start of the breakdown ?
Scratch the earth Dig the burial ground
For the ones who defend
And ten out of ten
Sense of time won't be easily found
Breakdown is a final demand
Pretend too
( We stand firm with our heads in our hands )
Half alive
As we love to to cry Is this the start of the breakdown ?
Is this the start of the breakdownI can't understand you.
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