Lyrics:

Living in a house
near the Black Forest.
Without any clocks,
she's begun
to listen to the walls;
Her neighbors have clocks,
Not one, but twenty clocks apiece.

Living near the Black Forest,
She gets by
on cups of borrowed time.

And wind your watch.
Poor love, poor love,
have they caught you
by the pendulum?

Have you
already gathered how?