Clockwork (Piano Version)

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.