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