Land Of Talk — The Man Who Breaks Things (Dark Shuffle) lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "The Man Who Breaks Things (Dark Shuffle)" by Land Of Talk.

Lyrics

He said it’s time for the now
Is it time?
It’s a bet I disbelieve
And the worst
The sad stroke
And the crowd
And the smoke
They may be twenty three
Breath-bated gnawing
Was barely worth drawing
Cause I made up my misses
But you’ll always be the man who breaks things
Since when does soul of the song
Does the cracks in the wall
Then build a sadder world?
Do the meek, dirty friends
Will they see with a glimpse
And come and soften her?
Breath-bated gnawing
Was barely worth drawing
Cause I made up my missive
But you’ll always be the man who breaks things