Lyric Start Of The Breakdown

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 ?