I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in
I took a little more of what I take for granted
And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn
And wheels would roll away

Something´s got to break you down [x2]

Entered the scene (I´m told) on I think it was Monday
You drove straight through and mined that quarry
For all it could bleed ´til dry
I took a little more ´til I got taken for granted
´cause beautiful boys gave chase
And when they arch your backbone
It´s such a dreadful sight

Something´s got to break you down [x2]

[x2]
I´ll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
´cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control

I saw the scene unfold [x4]