The Man Who Breaks Things - Land of Talk

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