paroles de chanson The Clockmaker's Lathe (feat. Lindsay Clarke) - Lindsay Clarke , Andrew Wade

There was a clockmaker haunted with dark thoughts from years as a widower
Busy working the lathe to someday replace his lost love
He could revive her
He made a brass ticking heart out of clock parts and hands of silver
And a face with the same radiant grace he fell for
Just how he remembered

He interlocks her copper cogs
Tightens tension springs
Looks in her glass eyes
Tells her everything
What his life was like
The day she had to leave
How he's torn apart
How it never felt real

She told him
"Time slips on and we live to the rhythm of loss
High, low, come and go
Feel the rise and the fall
Shine on in the dark though our fire is gone
Keep your grip, you could lose it all
Keep your grip, you could lose it all"

He pulled the lavender dress he kept by their bed and put it on her
Tried to relive the days like nothing had changed before their last golden summer
Moving picture shows and sailing boats on the harbor
Walked the road back home through gates and groves
Choking tears, he reads her headstone

He interlocks her copper cogs
Tightens tension springs
Looks in her glass eyes
Tells her everything
What his life was like
The day she had to leave
How he's torn apart
How it never felt real

She told him
"Time slips on and we live to the rhythm of loss
High, low, come and go
Feel the rise and the fall
Shine on in the dark though our fire is gone
Keep your grip, you could lose it all
Time slips on and we live to the rhythm of loss
High, low, come and go
Feel the rise and the fall
Shine on in the dark though our fire is gone
Keep your grip, you could lose it all"

The years went rolling on
Long as his heart could take
Till the day it broke in his chest
From the love he could never fully replace