Break Bread - Little Comets

There’s a man, dressed in green

Think he’s an angel, think he’s an angel

He fights things he can’t see

Feel his frustration, feel his frustration

He crawls upstairs and he’ll weep for a week

I close the doors but I still hear the shrieks

He’s like some fallen, woven piece of art

Keep all the windows shut and under

Lock and key-

Get down the Catterick barracks and hope

When you’re on your knees

Pressure on shoulders that just cannot cope

So break bread with me and my family

Back in the room we started

Breathe in the pure simplicity

Break bread with them, bury the memories

Of those departed

Breathe in the pure simplicity

When the Mosque stops, the Church rots

The Synagogue doors have all been locked

But still, the world turns

When the oil dries, The waves rise

The penitent bombs all drop in time

But still, the world turns

So break bread with me and my family

Back in the room we started

Breathe in the pure simplicity

Back in the room we started

Break bread with them

Back in the room we started

Break bread with me and my family

Back in the room we started

When the Mosque stops, the Church rots

The Synagogue doors have all been locked

But still, the world turns

So break bread with me and my family

But still, the world turns

Break bread with me and my family

But still, the world turns

Break bread with them

And still, the world turns

Break bread with me and my family

There’s a man, dressed in green

Think he’s an angel, think he’s an angel

He fights things he can’t see

Feel his frustrations, feel his frustrations