Steven Wilson - The Watchmaker Lyrics
The watchmaker works all day, and long into the nightHe pieces things together despite his failing sightThough all the cogs connect with such poetic graceTime has left its curse upon this placeEach hour becomes another empty space to fillWasted with the care and virtues of his skillThe watchmaker buries something deep within his thoughtsA shadow on the staircase of someone from beforeThis thing is broken now and cannot be repairedFifty years of compromise and aging bodies sharedEliza dear, you know there's something I should sayI never really loved you but I'll miss you anywayYou were just meant to be temporary while I waited for goldWe filled up the years and I found thatI liked having someone to holdBut for you I had to waitUntil one day it was too lateCogs and levers meshWe are bound in deathMelt the silver downI'm still inside you