The watchmaker works all day and long into the night He pieces things together despite his failing sight The wall of cogs connects 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 a staircase of someone from before This thing is broken now and cannot be repaired Fifty years of compromise and aging body shared Elisa, 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 I 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 spin We are bound in death Melt the silver down I’m still inside you