My mechanical hands,
Rust-covered and icy,
Twist tightly the inner
Melancholy mechanisms
That drive my love for you;
My machinery, cracked,
Lies livid in daydreams
Of my past bewitchment,
Longingly lost inside
Nightmares you drew.
My mechanical hands,
Rust-covered and icy,
Twist tightly the inner
Melancholy mechanisms
That drive my love for you;
My machinery, cracked,
Lies livid in daydreams
Of my past bewitchment,
Longingly lost inside
Nightmares you drew.