They wound me up and left me to play So, there I sat, day after day Playing songs for fortune's fools In the room they filled with tools
But, my songs grew weary as time did tick And not much later I began to feel sick My melodies faltered, clashed, and fell With every toll of the midnight bell
Then one day my tunes did fade So, I cowered in a lonely shade My heart had been forever broken Darkness was my only token
Then one day I heard a creak And in the room a boy did sneak He approached me with such nimble steps And in my soul raised a long-forgotten pep
Boy, you wound me up and left me to play So, there I sat day after day Playing songs for jailbird fools In the room still filled with tools
But, my songs grew morbid as time did tick And not much later did the feeling stick So, when I heard that eerie knell I continued to play, bound by a spell
Songs were things that had been forbade But I continued to play from the place that I laid Never a word had a useless tool spoken Until the day that my spell had been broken
For, in the room did a young man peek And whispered softly for me to speak My lack of answer caused him to fret So, further in he swiftly crept
Man, you wound me up and left me to play So, there I sat day after day Playing songs for bones and ghouls In the room without the tools