Clockwork Lyrics

Storms off to the west

Speak up there's thunder in the distance

The wood beneath our feet joins the crickets in their plea

Walking away from me

A dose of my own concoction

But you can't leave

Bound to me in this dimension in-between

We are the architects and the arsonists

The ones who conjured and deceived

Last seen in the autumn room, fleeing

There's a reason why

Why we return

Why we return

To irrelevance

There's a reason why

Why we return

Why we return

Robed in disguise

Redemption

Unfulfilled

Expectations

Nulled

Bound to me in this dimension in-between

We are the architects and the arsonists

The ones who conjured and deceived

Last seen in the autumn room, fleeing

Their destination

Never knowing the autumn room won't burn

The autumn room won't burn

Untouched for inevitable return

Flames with hate to last

Speak up there's sirens in the distance

Relax I have no doubt we're on the next train home

If we even survive

If we're even alive

If we haven't been dragged back

By father time's knife

Maybe this will be the last one

Of these polar opposite intentions

Locomotives and their own discretion

Maybe this will be the last one

We'll get away with everything

Bound to me in this dimension in-between

We are the architects and the arsonists

The ones who conjured and deceived

Last seen in the autumn room, fleeing

Their destination

Never knowing

The autumn room won't burn

The autumn room won't burn

Untouched for inevitable return