C#               Fm
There is glass between our touch, 
C#               Fm
phantom limbs of former love...
F#            Fm      F#   Fm     Ebm   C#
and the truth is that I am so terrified 

C#                  Fm
that the callous is deeper than 
C#          Fm      F#
the surface of our skin
F#           Fm          F#
and it takes us twice as long, 
        Fm           Ebm         C#
it takes us twice as long to heal. 

C#                Fm
we'll lift up the ground to see 
C#            Fm       F#
the system of roots beneath. 
       Fm          F#
gears turn, endlessly, 
             Fm            F#
to bring the world back to life 
          Ebm           C#
like clockwork, when it dies. 

C#             Fm
the cadence of beating hearts, 
C#               Fm
the click of its moving parts 
F#               Ebm
grows louder and louder 
F#        Fm       F#
from this restless earth... 

Fm        F#          Fm      F#
future gardens wait patiently below 
        Fm           F#      Ebm
and somehow we smell them blossom
            C# 
through the snow. 

C#       Fm
still unsatisfied, 
C#            Fm
we chase what we're denied. 
C#     Fm
as generations wait, 
C#         Fm       F#       Fm
we can't resist the taste of possibility. 
F#    Fm            F#
gears turn, endlessly,
            Fm           F# 
to bring us back to life again.
          Ebm       C# 
like clockwork, we begin.