The countryside slides past by The crowded thought, his story splashes over me A certain smile, that brings you in A room, a meadow, a ravaged door Bend and break We automate Drive me home The children roam Bend and break We automate Drive me home The children roam in your head A slot machine diary of a man He opened shop to a drifters hand Take his money and run away The corpses will wash up every other day We found your time Clockwork society Bend and break We automate Drive me home The children roam Bend and break We automate Drive me home The children roam in your head