Clockwork

C# Fm There is glass between our touch, C# Fm phantom limbs of former love... F# Fm F# Fm Ebm C# and the truth is that I am so terrified C# Fm that the callous is deeper than C# Fm F# the surface of our skin F# Fm F# and it takes us twice as long, Fm Ebm C# it takes us twice as long to heal. C# Fm we'll lift up the ground to see C# Fm F# the system of roots beneath. Fm F# gears turn, endlessly, Fm F# to bring the world back to life Ebm C# like clockwork, when it dies. C# Fm the cadence of beating hearts, C# Fm the click of its moving parts F# Ebm grows louder and louder F# Fm F# from this restless earth... Fm F# Fm F# future gardens wait patiently below Fm F# Ebm and somehow we smell them blossom C# through the snow. C# Fm still unsatisfied, C# Fm we chase what we're denied. C# Fm as generations wait, C# Fm F# Fm we can't resist the taste of possibility. F# Fm F# gears turn, endlessly, Fm F# to bring us back to life again. Ebm C# like clockwork, we begin.