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Workshop of Shadows from Clockwork Heart

Workshop of Shadows | A Haunting Clockwork Lullaby About Love, Loss & Creation Step inside the Workshop of Shadows — a beautifully melancholic and atmospheric original song from the upcoming stage musical Clockwork Heart. Sung by the reclusive inventor Florence, this haunting ballad blends dark lullaby with ritual, telling the story of grief, obsession, and the ghosts we build with our own hands. Set in a forgotten workshop filled with broken dreams and brass gears, Workshop of Shadows paints an emotional portrait of a woman who lives in the shadows of her past. Florence sings to her creations — part lullaby, part invocation — as she completes her most ambitious work: Clockwork Rose, a delicate automaton with a porcelain face and a heart full of secrets. Themes of loneliness, memory, and found family echo through each verse, as Florence’s voice winds through lyrics about rusted cogs, lost childhoods, and the bittersweet beauty of building something out of sorrow. Her sanctuary has become her prison, and yet, it is here that she finds purpose… and perhaps redemption. Featuring poignant lyrics, a haunting chord progression (C#m, Cm7, A, B, E…), and evocative imagery, this song will resonate with fans of dark musicals, emotional storytelling, gothic fiction, steampunk aesthetics, and lovers of characters who sing to survive. Subscribe for more songs, behind-the-scenes insights, and upcoming episodes from Clockwork Heart — a story of creation, betrayal, and the quiet bravery of building something broken. Don’t forget to like, comment, and share if this touched something ghostly in your soul… Verse 1 In the hush of ticking time, Where no soul dares to roam, I stitch with wire thread, And call this silence home. Verse 2 Every spark hides sorrow, Every cog a name I knew. Ignoring memories And rust always hides the truth. Chorus This is my sanctuary, Where broken dreams still breathe. Ghosts beneath my hands, With secrets underneath. Verse 3 I draw curtains on the sun, Its warmth too sharp to bear, The world keeps spinning, But I’ve got no place out there. Verse 4 This is my fortress, But now it’s become my prison cell, I was once a child of the sun, Now I’m locked in this hell Bridge But the dead don’t speak, the dead don’t knock They don’t weep, They don’t leave us alone, In our sleep Chorus This is my sanctuary, Where broken dreams still breathe. Ghosts beneath my hands, With secrets underneath. Loneliness, shattered heart, That’s all that I can see, Workshop of shadows, All that’s left for me. FLORENCE (Muttering to herself as the paces) I sleep through the sun While the shadows play And work with the ghosts I’ve kept locked away… In gears and in springs In silent designs I build what I’ve lost A thousand times…