Time makes it's way out the door,
Hovering over her face,
I can see twilight pulsing inside her eyes,
An ebony night that scares me but pulls me into your heart.

The gears crank and grind,
Sounding out so desperately,
Shouting to become heard,
So I grasp her hand.

Fighting with gravity to not just hold her tight,
I couldn't face letting her leave my embrace,
She, of course, has revived my heart.

The gears crank and grind,
Sounding out so desperately,
Shouting to become heard,
So I grasp her hand.