He said son turn it down is it ten
That's a bad I disbelieve

And the words just sad stroke
Through the crowd and the smoke
They gave you twenty three

Breath made in heartache
And I barely was drawn in
Cause I made up my misses
And you'll always be the man who breaks things

Since when does the soul of the song
Does the cracks in the walls
Then build a sadder world?
Do they make dirty friends
Do they take a glimpse
And come and soften her

Breath paid in heartache
And I barely was drawn in
Cause I made up my misses
And you'll always be the man who breaks things