The watchmaker works all day
And long into the night
He pieces things together
Despite his failing sight
Though 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
And long into the night
He pieces things together
Despite his failing sight
Though 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
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