The chimes and times are swirling in my head   Like a memory or a melody from the past   Seconds turn to hours then to days   Lost time   Is not so precious now      The movement's creek and moan   Broken toy   This lullaby of brass and blood   Broken chimes still play my song   Beauty in this place will never last long      My heart is bound and locked inside, a mortise in my soul   This souvenir of wood I wind      Lost in this endless dance, pretty sounds for the porcelain doll   She dances to this winter song but she won't cry, she never cried   Locked inside this music box   Winding springs that bind my core   Music chest of memories lost   Are locked inside this music box      Winding springs that bind my heart   Music chest of memories lost   Are locked inside this music box   Winding springs that bind my core   Drop me lifeless to the floor   Music chest of memories lost   Are locked inside this music box.