You realize how cruel it is
For time to keep moving
Upon hearing a heart stilled
Because it's just like a broken clock

Well, it's no surprise

The heart keeps time so diligently
Just like a clock with a secondhand
It seems they would have to wear out
To stop so suddenly

That the secondhand

Keeping time so meticulously

Yes, it's painful
Hearing the stillness, the silence
And know how a silent heart
Is just like a broken clock

Reminds you of the heart

You just keep hoping
That the repair of a heart
Is somehow like the repair of a clock

But this is the first time you're afraid

Knowing the right people
They could replace some parts for a price
And perhaps they could make it work again

Assuming that this heart

Has an infinite amount of time

Outlined princes, fine details, and the mechanics
Are of no matter to you
Just as long as they can make it functioning again

Perhaps it truly is broken

Just as long as you can hear
The tick-tock sound of that heart once again
That's all your asking for

You just don't want to accept

That maybe he really is broken