Text: Gandharvas. Downtime.

Hey
Some are gonna make it look easy, say moderation is the key
Moderation in the heart of excess, as long as you got, got the money
Some are gonna be just a cog in the machine

Some claim there's no cause higher than me
Some people, sweetheart, they're gonna play you for a fool
Gonna wait until you turn your back before they're cruel

Time, time, baby, to put it together, uh huh
Turn yourself back around
Give it right back, back to 'em, don't stop, honey
Don't let them break you down, down

Some are gonna be slaves to their appetite
Some are gonna get depressed for success
(Don't they look nice)
Some are gonna get lost in the fog of the past
Some are gonna emerge from themselves at last

Time, time, baby, to put it together, uh huh
Turn yourself back around
Give it right back, back to 'em, don't stop, honey
Don't let them break you down, down

Some are gonna wanna just bind you up and never let go
Some are gonna wanna structure the universe to fit their ego
Yeah, some are gonna come off chargin' like a bull
Some just wanna smear themselves across something beautiful

Time, time, baby, to put it together, uh huh
Turn yourself back around
Give it right back, back to 'em, don't stop, honey
Don't let them break you down, down

Time, baby, to put it together, uh huh
Turn yourself back around
Give it right back, back to 'em, don't stop, honey
Don't let them break you down, down

Now don't let them break you down, down
Now don't let them break you down, down
Now don't let them break you down, down

Some say there's no ground left to stand on
That we are movin' in the midst of an empty sea
Gotta jump ship in the middle of the ocean
Gotta jump ship lookin', find some new security