Wind the brass key count the teeth
Dust on the velvet rust underneath
The little room turns one click at a time
You raise your glass when the gears align
Come closer darling mind the floor
The house has learned what doors are for
Spin me round till the painted horses tire
Feed the furnace feed the wire
We laugh in time with the iron rain
You hold my hand through the ticking strain
A copper moon hangs over the stage
Ink-black gloves and a borrowed cage
The bandmaster bows with a splintered grin
And every locked box begs to let us in
No hymn no halo no clean escape
Just silver dust and a paper cape
When the final spring gives way
We will bow to the break of day
Spin me round till the painted horses tire
Feed the furnace feed the wire
We laugh in time with the iron rain
You hold my hand through the ticking strain
Wind down softly close the door
Leave one red gear turning on the floor
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