With everything comes change,
you might look back
into those days before the end.
Well this must be the way its meant to be.

And when it all comes down to maybe,
Let it be, somehow.

And maybe it will come back to you.
To you.
It's over now,
baby when it comes back to you.

Everything encased inside cement,
built for queens and presidents.
The ache inside of me has broke apart.

Were will you be when it all comes down?
It will break your fall, or break your crown.
Can you see it, feel it there?

It comes back for you. For you.
Its over now,
baby when it comes back for you.