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You think the fact we're here somehow states our grace;
You think the fact we're here somehow states our grace; The lighting in this place doesn't let you see -
This world of colour is not what you think it is,
This world of colour is not what you think it is, 'Cause reality's a draw-book we scribble in.
The candle light dies;
The candle light dies.
You should know you're just clockwork,
You should know you're just clockwork, Some living gear that think this darkness is real.
And you should know you're only clockwork,
And you should know you're only clockwork, But moonlight suits you so well.
You should know you're just clockwork,
You should know you're just clockwork, Ingenuous gear, to hold perception as real.
And you should know you're only clockwork,
And you should know you're only clockwork, But moonlight suits you so damn well...
A calming tinge of blue fully shrouds the room;
A calming tinge of blue fully shrouds the room; The sounds, the words are enhanced by this glassy gloom.
These thoughts are quotes you've been taught to believe are yours,
These thoughts are quotes you've been taught to believe are yours, And yet the truth dimly bleeds through your garden doors.
Soon night itself will die away,
Soon night itself will die away, Let colours rise, and noise prevail;
Soon night itself will pine away...
You should know you're just clockwork,
You should know you're just clockwork, Some living gear that thinks these colours are real.
And you should know you're only clockwork,
And you should know you're only clockwork, But you're so beautiful to me.
So you should know, you're just clockwork,
So you should know, you're just clockwork, Ingenuous gear, to hold perception as real.
And you should know you're only clockwork,
And you should know you're only clockwork, So painfully beautiful...