Does It Really Need Saying?
No ticks left in your clockwork heart
But I'm not winding you up.
What's in a name,
My lovely angel?
Here's to the slow path.
Now take my hand
Because every lonely boy
Must learn to dance,
And a door once opened
May open again,
So pick a star,
Any star.
Reason tells me that this is goodbye
So I won't listen to reason
And as the carriage departs,
Too young in the end,
I'm always all right.
But I'm not winding you up.
What's in a name,
My lovely angel?
Here's to the slow path.
Now take my hand
Because every lonely boy
Must learn to dance,
And a door once opened
May open again,
So pick a star,
Any star.
Reason tells me that this is goodbye
So I won't listen to reason
And as the carriage departs,
Too young in the end,
I'm always all right.