Fiction Queen of Clocks lyrics

Seven maids, seven mothers who got too close to seven brothers
don't you know, now they're alone
their lust for life was bloated, only living for the moment
that's how it goes

Older now and so worn out, the night has lost it's hue
since they drained the honey from the moon

Now Tokyo sounds distracting, and New York looks wracked with traffic
but these small towns… they're drying out
seven lives resigned to gossip, searching for a human connection
in the telephone wires

Well home is where your shit is after childhood's enchantment has
run out with the water
and they know what's in store for their seven daughters


It's all about when they look down on those seven lovely girls
they've got all the time in world

Don't be so serious: you've got all the time in the world
Life's so mysterious: preserve it for the girls
Don't be so serious: you've got all the time in the world
Life's so mysterious: don't ruin it for the girls

Seven maids now seven mothers who got too close to seven brothers
don't you know, now they're alone
if their lust for life was bloated, only living for the moment
it goes to show... that's how it goes