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

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that the callous is deeper than
C#          Fm      F#
the surface of our skin
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and it takes us twice as long,
        Fm           Ebm         C#
it takes us twice as long to heal.

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we'll lift up the ground to see
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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.

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the cadence of beating hearts,
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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.