| Lyrics: I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what I take for granted And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn And wheels would roll away Somethings got to break you down Somethings got to break you down Entered the scene, Im told, on, I think it was Monday You drove straight through and mined that quarry For all it could bleed til dry I took a little more til I got taken for granted Cause beautiful boys gave chase And when they arch your backbone Its such a dreadful sight Somethings got to break you down Somethings got to break you down And Ill react when faces find you With jealous fits that gag and bind you Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all When imagination takes full control (For years, I've been closely watching parents and children. I've noticed how the success of children later on really starts very early, in the home. All boys and girls are born with their own special talents. These talents have their greatest chance to grow in a friendly, loving home.) And Ill react when faces find you With jealous fits that gag and bind you Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all When imagination takes full control I saw the scene unfold I saw the scene unfold I saw the scene unfold I saw the scene unfold |
