Tim Meredith – Breaking
Genre Pop

LYRIC
Breaking

In a sense, I'm breaking
In a sense, I'm falling down

But there's no sense wasting
I mean to say don’t take to the ground

Let the old man say his piece
Take a glass hair and break it into three
Leave the rest unseen

Crack the air with your sad speech
An iron will can take you out to sea
While the old town sleeps

If we had sense, we’d make it
But instead, we made it too hard

I’ve never liked your taste in
I mean to say I nevеr fit the part

Let the old man rеst in peace
Make a hard choice and step into the breach
Leave the rest to dream

Crack a smile before they weep
Afoot in front of the other takes you deep
So close to me
In a sense, I'm breaking
In a sense, I'm falling down

Innocence is wasted
On the people still above the ground

In a sense I'm breaking
In a sense, I'm falling
In a sense I'm breaking
In a sense, I'm falling

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