I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday  Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in  I took a little more of what I take for granted  And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn  And wheels would roll away    Something's got to break you down [x2]    Entered the scene (I'm told) on I think it was Monday  You drove straight through and mined that quarry  For all it could bleed 'til dry  I took a little more 'til I got taken for granted  'cause beautiful boys gave chase  And when they arch your backbone  It's such a dreadful sight    Something's got to break you down [x2]    [x2]  I'll react when faces find you  With jealous fits that gag and bind you  'cause nothing hurts like nothing at all  When imagination takes full control    I saw the scene unfold [x4]