Scratch the ice
  Let the telephone ring
  Sense of time is a powerful thing
  And we love to laugh
  Love to cry
  Half alive
  We love to
  Go slow when we're dancing for rain
  Dry skin flakes where there's ice in the vien
  And we love to cry
  Half alive
  Is this the start of the breakdown ?
  Scratch the earth
  Dig the burial ground
  Sense of time won't be easily found
  And ten out of ten
  For the ones who defend
  Pretend too
  Breakdown is a final demand
  ( We stand firm with our heads in our hands )
  As we love to to cry
  Half alive
  Is this the start of the breakdown ?
  I can't understand you
  Is this the start of the breakdown ?