Lyric

We are old cogs in a dead wheel

We creak softly in the slow night

Under the dust there's still living iron

But time has extinguished every reason

They once told us we traveled the world

But now we're stuck in this deep well

Every shot a memory that never returns

Every rust a story that won't sink in

We are pieces of a mechanism now stopped

Rusty hearts in an old hell

We spin in vain without a path

We are old cogs in a light dream

The hands that touched us are now gone

The voices that called us are now lost

But inside a whisper still resists

A distant echo that insists insists

Maybe one day someone will find us

A mad watchmaker who will revive us

He will set us in motion with a stroke of genius

And we'll go back to spinning like an old prize

We are Pieces of a mechanism now stopped

Rusty hearts in an old hell

We spin in circles without a path

We are old cogs in a fleeting dream