You promise every treasure to the foolish and the wise.
Goddesses are mysteries, spirits in disguise.
Every pleasure, we bow and close our eyes:
Oh, clockwork angels, promise of reprise!
Clockwork angels spread their arms and sing;
Synchronized and graceful, they move like living things.
Goddesses of light, of sea and sky and land,
Clockwork angels, the people raise their hands
As if to fly...
As if to fly
"The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect/So hard to earn, so easily burned.
In the fullness of time /A garden to nurture and protect
The Garden>RUSH>Neil Peart>Clockwork Angels 2012