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.