| Song | The Man Who Breaks Things (Dark Shuffle) |
| Artist | Land of Talk |
| Album | Some Are Lakes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Powell | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Powell | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Powell | |
| 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 |