The Man Who Breaks Things (Dark Shuffle) lyrics
by Land of Talk
He said it's time for the now
Is it time?
It's a bet I disbelieve
And the worst
The sad stroke
And the crowd
And the smoke
They may be twenty three
Breath-bated gnawing
Was barely worth drawing
Cause I made up my misses
But you'll always be the man who breaks things
Since when does soul of the song
Does the cracks in the wall
Then build a sadder world?
Do the meek, dirty friends
Will they see with a glimpse
And come and soften her?
Breath-bated gnawing
Was barely worth drawing
Cause I made up my missive
But you'll always be the man who breaks things