Текст песни
One, two, three, four — the beat is clean
One, two, three, four — the perfect machine
Every soldier knows the step
Every angel holds its breath
But the crack is spreading through the floor
And the metronome can't take much more
Broken metronome, broken home
Tin soldiers marching on their own
Broken metronome, broken will
One last chance to hold it still
One, two, three, four — I taught you well
One, two, three, four — you learned your cell
Every heart a tiny drum
Every thumb beneath my thumb
But the crack is reaching for the sky
And the rhythm starts to multiply
Broken metronome, broken home
Tin soldiers marching on their own
Broken metronome, broken will
One last chance to hold it still
One, two, three four
