8.Breakdown
Breakdown 4：14
'It's magic', she says to me.
My hand in her way, she approached sweetly.
It's enough when I see that look in her eyes,
its enough for me to paralyze.
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Well nothing feels good, being under the gun.
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
'It's tragic', she says to me.
A song in the air, we're together floating.
What I miss everyday since our goodbye,
was enough for me to realize.
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Well nothing feels good, being under the gun.
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Is it ever gonna come？
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Well nothing feels good, being under the gun.
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
So do care what you wish for, it may come true.
But the September sky, how it whispered I love you.
But I couldn't take it,
any longer, no I couldn't stand.
But the night brought sparks,
and the sparks brought flames,
and you had to be sure,
this wasn't one of those games.
But I'm gonna show you,
if you could just give me tonight.
Tonight...
'It's fragile', she says to me.
The hand in her eye, she removes it smiling.
There's a wound where I know this song could mend,
A step in time, for us, will never end.
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Well nothing feels good, being under the gun.
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Is it ever gonna count？
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
Well nothing feels good, being under the gun.
Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown.
I'm waiting, for the breakdown.
I'm waiting, for the comedown.
I'm waiting, (she says it's magic)
for the breakdown. (I'm floating weightless)
I'm waiting, (she says it's magic)
for the comedown. (here comes the breakdown)
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