In the clockwork, in the clockwork
Time is never at ease
A frantic sensation
Is hammering nails in your spine

Multiple fractions
And muscle contractions will tear
Your mind into shreds, cutting your threads
Till you regret you were born

Take my hands into yours
Dance my senses away
Take my hands into yours
Before Mother Superior's home

Monsieur, monsieur
You look like the saint in my dreams
Igniting this flame
And carving my name next to yours

This urban decline is
Leaving it's sign 'round my neck
Pulling the noose, tells me I'll lose
So there's nothing to save

Take my hands into yours
Dance my senses away
Take my hands into yours
Before Mother Superior's home

I'm sober, I'm sober
But I wish I was not
A gentle diversion or
A touch of divine I could use

The curtains are closed
But I still feel exposed to the world
I'm wishing away somewhere astray
Are you still listening?

Take my hands into yours
Dance my senses away
Take my hands into yours
Before Mother Superior's home

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, before
Mother Superior's home
Before Mother Superior's home