She spun the clockwork gear
on my broke down heart
and saw with pity the rust
tearing it all apart

Somebody left the window
open on the night
and in she flew to my side
to make it right

A faulty pin had snapped
and metal grinding metal
locked up hard like that
as it settled

with a crowbar
and some grease
she set it all at ease
and with a new pin
gave me her relief

With wings like brass
She held me through my grief
and her visions of the future
helped me to breathe

My better senses returned
and I found my spirit able
to greet the day again
thanks to my clockwork angel.