Abney Park - The Clockyard | Текст песни

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There was a young boy in a clockyard
Building himself from the pieces he found
Screwing on what's been left on the ground
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.

The years flew by and some gears fell off
Fears and rust and tears he doffed
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found--

There was a young man in a clockyard
Building himself from the pieces he found
Screwing on what's been left on the ground
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.

The years flew by and some gears fell off
Fears and rust and tears he doffed
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found--

There was a grown man in a clockyard
Building himself from the pieces he found
Screwing on what's been left on the ground
Hoping to finish enough one day to lead.

He thought to himself, "If I wait too long
To find the pieces I need, then my chance might be gone
What I need might be outside the gate
But I will never know, if I continue to wait."

And then he had a dream:

An old man cried in a clockyard,
Giving up on the scrap that he found on the ground,
"I can't build myself from this scrap all around!"

The man woke up and said, "I must leave.
I must leave.
I must leave.
I must leave.