Long Breakdown

Everywhere . . . everywhere, there is something to believe in
 Everyone, and his brother, has a massage for me somewhere
 I believe . . . in the cry of little children
 There's a thorn in my side, that makes me want to free them
 There's a cry there's a cry . . . cry off in the distance
 Of a long, long, long breakdown . . .
 There's a light in the tower, there to guide us through
 The long night
 Through the long night when we're dreaming
 Under blankets of deception
 In the darkness, undercover we may bump into each other
 In the darkness, undercover, looking for a new direction
 We may wander, we may wander in geometric patterns
 In a long, long, long, long, breakdown . . .
 Underwater, underwater, I will meet you underwater
 I will find you, I will find you, in the deep & quiet water
 In the ocean, in the ocean, we will bask in all its glory
 In the peaceful quiet water, I will tell you all a story
 Of a long, long, long, long, breakdown