Keeping along the ways
Denizen of days
Love has left us incomplete
An automated play

Twist your mind to fit
This won't hurt a bit
Make your heart a number
A dial spell to break the slumber

Swallow all your fears
Feed them to the tears
All of us are makeshift gears
Disassembled spares

Twist your mind to fit
This won't hurt a bit
Make your heart a number
A dial spell to break the slumber