Android Girl

She winds the tension tighter

in the mainspring of my mind

until I can no longer fight her

She is the one who sets the time

Oh my darling ratchet key

you turn these gears deep in me

and they spiral fast indeed

better than any steam

could ever do

I wear the clockworks on my sleeve

and as it rusts in a rain of tears

I seem to find a kind of relief

in your eyes and all your gears

and in all you do

There I freeze and I yearn

for your touch and your turn

to start this engine again today

by all the things you say

Polish up this tension spring

and like a clockwork nightingale; sing

Give my gearbox clock a whirl

and be my own android girl