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