Break the Cycle

Running out of war
Running out of war to fight
And all we can afford
Is to rip up all our plans and live our lives
She’s coming out a lift
She’s coming out a lift tonight
You will be the last
Cut me like you do when we hide
If we
Break the shackle then we break the chain
Too much sun, not enough rain
Found somebody I don’t have to explain myself
I’m running out of words
I’m running out of words to write
There’s too much joy and and pain
To run out on our name and leave behind
If we
Break the shackle then we break the chain
Too much sun, not enough rain
Found somebody I don’t have to explain myself
When you do what you do what you do
When you do what you do what you do
Why’d you do it like that?
Why’d you do it like that?
When you do what you do what you do
When you do what you do what you do
Why’d you do it like that?
Why’d you do it like that?
Suffering
Suffering takes a bow
Sick of us falling now
Falling now
Suffering
Suffering takes a bow
Sick of us falling now
Falling now
Suffering
Suffering takes a bow
Sick of us falling now
Falling now
Suffering
Suffering takes a bow
Sick of us falling now
Falling now