once there was a man who had a little too much time on his hands he never stopped to think that
he was getting older but when his night came to an end he tried to grasp for his last friend
and pretend that he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover
he said is this the return to us the grass is dead the gold is brown and the sky has closed
there's a wind-up man walking round and round what once was a moat city is now a crystal town
three o'clock in the morning you get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
she says that they're all dead
she tried the last one all they couldn't speak fell off and now she just a woman's a horse
thinking nothing thinking nothing at all
she said
is this the return to us the grass is dead the gold is brown and the sky has closed
there's a wind-up man walking round and round what once was a moat city is now a crystal town
three o'clock in the morning you get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
she said is this the return to us the grass is dead the gold is brown and the sky has closed
there's a wind-up man walking round and round what once was a moat city is now a crystal town

To hide deep inside their sunken faces and their wild rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal that they can no longer feel
Love or *** appeal, the patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal
He'll do return to us, we've fled the world with smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend, I'm coming down
I've lost my place and now I can't be found
Is this the return to us?
The grass is dead, the golden ground in the sky has lost
The grass is dead, the golden ground in the sky has lost
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What I once was a simple city, now a crystal town
But when the day has come, my knowledge

Is this the reason that I'm aplicin' my power?
Tell me what I'm doin'...
How I do it, tell me why I do it, telling me...





Tell me what I'm doin'...

Ha..
Thank you.