The watchmaker works all day, and long into the night

He pieces things together

Despite his failing sightThough all the cogs connect with such poetic grace

Time has left its curse upon this place

Each hour becomes another empty space to fill

Wasted with the care

And virtues of his skill

The watchmaker buries something deep within his thoughts

A shadow on the staircase

Of someone from before

This thing is broken now

And cannot be repaired

Fifty years of compromise

And aging bodies shared

Eliza dear, you know there′s something I should say

I never really loved you

But I'll miss you anyway

You were just meant to be temporary

While I waited for gold

We filled up the years and I found that

I liked having someone to hold

But for you I had to wait

Until one day it was too late

Cogs and levers mesh

We are bound in death

Melt the silver down

I′m still inside you

Cogs and levers mesh

We are bound in death

Melt the silver down

I'm still inside you

Cogs and levers mesh

We are bound in death

Melt the silver down

I'm still inside you