作曲 : Powell
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