And things,
Things are just breaking,
Like the wings of a bird
In a cage.
And things,
Things are just breaking,
Like time breaks the face
Of a man.
And things,
Things are just breaking,
Like a shadow breaks the smile
Of a child.
When was the last time you kissed me?
I mean really, really kissed me?
And I don't mean a hug here and then.
And when was the last time you missed me?
I mean really, I mean really missed me?
Like the devil is missing in hell.
And the floor breaks a glass,
And a car breaks some bones,
And the wind breaks the twigs of a tree,
And the daylight breaks a dream,
And the air breaks the waves of the sea,
And your false smile is breaking me.
And things,
They are just breaking.
And the night turns into
A deeper shade of blue.
When was the last time you kissed me?
I mean really, really, really kissed me?
And I don't mean a hug here and then.
And when was the last time you missed me?
I mean really, I mean really, really missed me?
Like the devil is missing in hell.
Honey I must confess
That I am possibly obsessed
By things just breaking.
