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.
Something's got to break you down.

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.
Something's got to break you down.

And 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.

[For years, I've been closely watching parents and children.
I've noticed how the success of children later on, really starts very early in the home.
All boys and girls are born with their own special talents.
These talents have their greatest chance to grow in a friendly, loving home.]

And 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. (4x)