Clockwork

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

The callus is deeper than
The surface of our skin
And it takes us twice as long
Oh it takes us twice as long to heal

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
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