Nothing is very much fun, day follows upon day
Year follows upon year
Feeling alone in the crowd, I'd rather close myself
Rot away in my shell
I just have to put up with it
But I cannot share that space with them
Cannot bear their stares

Have mercy…Just give me a hand as I'm down,
Hangin'on and waiting for the dawn
Of an other day, bright and clear
Without distress, painful headaches
It makes me wonder but my dreams have gone
In darker skies

Slumped in my armchair I rave, I'd rather close myself
Rot away in my shell
Nothing is very much fun, day follows upon day
Year follows upon year
I just have to put up with it
But I cannot share that space with them
Or even bear their stares

Have mercy…Just give me a hand as I'm down,
Hangin'on and waiting for the dawn
Of an other day, bright and clear
Without distress, painful headaches
It makes me wonder but my dreams have gone
In darker skies

No way out this time. Could just wait for the dawn.
No choice but to wait for dawn


[That song obviously deals with the uncontested disease of that century. Breakdown implies dark feelings, constant boredom and inertia. The song is quite sad and includes a very dark bridge going on to an impressive and emotional guitar solo .:. www.karelia.fr.st]