I have a dream of a clockwork that's
cleaned of the rust, oiled and wound up to tick
wheels spun with sentiment and the knowledge of mechanics.

Wish that from the outer spaces
someone falls and lights my places
wakes my inspiration
guides my driving force to limelight.
In this dream we form a clean
perpetual gear machine
and together spin the hands of fate.

I have a dream of a pendulum
telling that someone's attracted to me
making me feel special by the power of gravity.

Wish that from the outer spaces
someone calls and finds my traces
wakes my inspiration
guides my driving force to limelight.
In this dream we form a clean
perpetual star machine
and together spin the hands of fame.

A ray of hope filled with magic shining through the dusty attic
the figure of a longcase clock recalls the faded chime.
Dreaming to feel alive once to feel the movement unwind the time.

Wish that...

A ray of...

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