Lyrics Break Bread - Little Comets

Break Bread

There’s a man, dressed in green
Think he’s an angel, think he’s an angel
He fights things he can’t see
Feel his frustration, feel his frustration
He crawls upstairs and he’ll weep for a week
I close the doors but I still hear the shrieks
He’s like some fallen, woven piece of art
Keep all the windows shut and under
Lock and key-
Get down the Catterick barracks and hope
When you’re on your knees
Pressure on shoulders that just cannot cope
So break bread with me and my family
Back in the room we started
Breathe in the pure simplicity
Break bread with them, bury the memories
Of those departed
Breathe in the pure simplicity
When the Mosque stops, the Church rots
The Synagogue doors have all been locked
But still, the world turns
When the oil dries, The waves rise
The penitent bombs all drop in time
But still, the world turns
So break bread with me and my family
Back in the room we started
Breathe in the pure simplicity
Back in the room we started
Break bread with them
Back in the room we started
Break bread with me and my family
Back in the room we started
When the Mosque stops, the Church rots
The Synagogue doors have all been locked
But still, the world turns
So break bread with me and my family
But still, the world turns
Break bread with me and my family
But still, the world turns
Break bread with them
And still, the world turns
Break bread with me and my family
There’s a man, dressed in green
Think he’s an angel, think he’s an angel
He fights things he can’t see
Feel his frustrations, feel his frustrations