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 rain
Dry skin flakes where there's ice in the vine
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
Stand firm with the 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-, 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
Is this the start of the breakdown ?
I can't understand you