Clockwork

There is glass between our touch
Phantom limbs of former love...
And the truth is that I am so terrified

That the callous is deeper
Than the surface of our skin
And it takes us twice as long
It takes us twice as long to heal

We'll lift up the ground to see
The system of roots beneath
Gears turn, endlessly
To bring the world back to life
Like clockwork, when it dies

The cadence of beating hearts
The click of its moving parts
Grows louder and louder
From this restless earth...

Future gardens wait patiently below
And somehow we smell them blossom
Through the snow

Still unsatisfied
We chase what we're denied
As generations wait
We can't resist the taste of possibility
Gears turn, endlessly
To bring us back to life again
Like clockwork, we begin