he said it s time for the now is it time it s a bet i disbelieve and the worst the sad stroke and the crowd and the smoke they may be twenty three breath bated gnawing was barely worth drawing cause i made up my misses but you ll always be the man who breaks things since when does soul of the song does the cracks in the wall then build a sadder world do the meek dirty friends will they see with a glimpse and come and soften her breath bated gnawing was barely worth drawing cause i made up my missive but you ll always be the man who breaks things