when the damn thing breaks i ll be there to take you home when the damn thing breaks i ll be there to take your pulse in the cracks of our skin there s a memory of a dove oh when the dusk dissipates i ll grow patient like atoll oh ah heavy the boulder resting on the blade swing low sweet seesaw right above your rib cage bodies of water a kabuki dancer dotes on the air and their landing put in prayer when the damn thing breaks i ll be there to take you home home home when the damn thing breaks i ll be there to take you home home home when the damn thing breaks i ll be there to take you home home home 