Lyrics

This place is full of broken thingsThat clutter up the hallsTelephones that lose their ringsWhen shadow people callPieces of eight become sevenClocks chiming midnight at nine
We all fall downWe all fall down
This house is full of rusted thingsThat light up in the darkOutside all the junkyard dogsBite much worse than they barkWires on spires hum lullabiesTo babies in baskets below
We all fall downWe all fall down
I've had enough of broken thingsAnd fires we've been throughHad enough of everythingAnd I've had enough of you
This world is full of broken thingsThat circle 'round the fireFixated by the candle flameIn arsons of desireWatched from above by cold satellitesUnwarmed by an imploding sun
We all fall downWe all fall down