Breakdown

“It's magic,” she says to me. My hand to her waist as she approaches sweetly. It's enough when I see that look in her eyes. It's enough for me to paralyze. Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. Nothing feels good being under the gun. Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. “It's tragic,” she says to me. A song in the air, we're together floating. What I miss everyday since our goodbye was enough for me to realize. Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. Nothing feels good being under the gun. Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. Is it ever going to come? Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. Nothing feels good being under the gun. Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. So take care what you wish for, for it may come true. But that September sky, how it whispered “I love you.” But I couldn't take it any longer, no I couldn't stand. But the nights brought sparks and the sparks brought flames. And you had to be sure this wasn't one of those games. But I'm going to show you if you could just give me tonight... tonight. “It's fragile,” she says to me. The hair in her eyes, she removes it smiling. There's a wound that I know this song could mend. A step in time for us will never end. Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. Nothing feels good being under the gun. Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. Is it ever going to come? Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. Nothing feels good being under the gun. Oh, I'm waiting for the breakdown. I'm waiting for the breakdown. I'm waiting for the comedown. I'm waiting (she says it's magic) for the breakdown (I'm floating weightless). I'm waiting (she says it's magic) for the comedown (here comes the breakdown). I'm waiting (she says it's magic) for the breakdown (I'm floating weightless). I'm waiting (she says it's magic) for the comedown (here comes the breakdown). I'm waiting (she says it's magic) for the breakdown (I'm floating weightless). I'm waiting (she says it's magic) for the comedown (here comes the breakdown). …