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 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 clock 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