The chimes and times are swirling in my head
Like a memory or a melody from the past
Seconds turn to hours then to days
Lost time
Is not so precious now
The movement's creek and moan
Broken toy
This lullaby of brass and blood
Broken chimes still play my song
Beauty in this place will never last long
My heart is bound and locked inside, a mortise in my soul
This souvenir of wood I wind
Lost in this endless dance, pretty sounds for the porcelain doll
She dances to this winter song but she won't cry, she never cried
Locked inside this music box
Winding springs that bind my core
Music chest of memories lost
Are locked inside this music box
Winding springs that bind my heart
Music chest of memories lost
Are locked inside this music box
Winding springs that bind my core
Drop me lifeless to the floor
Music chest of memories lost
Are locked inside this music box.
