Your hands are steady as a springtime rain
Turning gears where the moonlight wanes
You build me hours from polished brass
Each tick a kiss, each top a gas
The pendulum swings with a whispered vow
But time won't bend to the when or how
Now your workshop gathers dust like snow
Silent, except for the ghost notes you stole Oh,
I'm meteor in your silver chain
Let my heart
keep your measured refrain The stars may falter,
the moon may line
But I'll say our clock makers lullaby
The dawn may break,
what the night has spun Yet every chime still calls me home
You left me cards in an ivory case Tiny teeth for a love misplaced
The oil smells of your midnight skin Still clinging to every almost,
it might have
been
A town clock tolls its hollow cheer while
I adjust to a life half geared Your absence ticks in my hollow chest
A main spring wound with unfinished
bread Blackbird perches on rusted hands
Singing the hour nobody planned We were gears that briefly meshed
But for the world's great we were friends
So I'll whisper to the escape next swing
The last true thing
you forgot to say And when the main spring finally breaks
I'll join you in the clockwork late
Where lovers drift in perfect time
Their hands still tracing the old design
The dawn may break,
what the night has spun
Yet every chime
still calls me home
And I know we both need home But my main spring,
what the night has spun
Oh,
yet
every chime still calls me home