there's a small matter of discrepancy
it's a small matter but it worries me
if I could I'd forget the history
but you reap what you've sowed
every break in the road

tear it down with your own hands

when I was a child I knew everything
with a clear logic and a reasoning
once I could even see it happening
but it's too great a load
every break in the road

tear it down with your own hands

I'm so sorry that you're dead I wish you could have stayed alive,
found an ounce of peace of comfort and survived

the eyes of a stranger on the morning train
bear a cool witness to another's pain
if you look closely we are all insane
it's just too great a load
every break in the road

tear it down with your own hands

I'm so sorry that you're dead I wish you could have stayed alive,
find an ounce of peace of comfort and survived

it's a deep sould kind of poverty
it's a short ride to the hell to be
with a weight heavier than gravity
do you reap what you've sowed
every break in the road

tear it down with your own hands

it's too great a load every break in the road
tear it down
it's too great a load every break in the road
with your own hands
it's too great a load every break in the road