Break... break... break... break... break... break... break... break... break... break... break... I'm breaking away from you. Open your hands and show me what your holding. Is it an emerald, or is it a pearl? What other information are you beholding? You're such a funny girl. Where is your mother, where did she came from? Was your father a sailor or a thief? Who was your brothers, where did they came from? I'd wish you'd tell me about them at least. But you're so silent, you're so gentle. I think my brain will go. This town's your town, yeah, this room's your temple. And now you know what I have to go. That's what it takes to ...
