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 gave a little more 'til I got taken for granted 
'cause beautiful boys gave chase 
and when they arch backbones 
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 
I saw the scene unfold 
I saw the scene unfold 
I saw the scene unfold