The Source and the Sound (The Sound and the Source)

The brokenhearted break their bones up into bread
 Then ball it up and stuff it in the holes
 In the sides of their heads
 To stop the sound you stop the source
 Or is it the other way around?
 To stop the source you stop the sound
 My bones are brittle
 And I'm a little dry at the joints between them
 Pushing the choke in my throat down
 I told you I'd go down
 But you don't know
 You never know
 The open hearted make such a mess of themselves
 The emptyhanded are pulling all the sparks
 Right out from under their wheels
 To stop
 To stop
 To throw off course
 Of course I know how easy for all those
 Who need and take and go
 My bones are brittle
 And I'm a little tired of sitting and getting fat
 We all should close up
 If we are sealing up enough
 Then we are feeling nothing
 Feeling nothing
 Feeling nothing