The Battered Ornaments - The Old Man lyrics

Here comes the old man dressed in flowers From the lands where darkness sleeps In his hands he holds a new set of (hours?) and spare parts He's come to collect the empty lives And sweep up last night's broken (thoughts?) Here comes the old man dressed in dreams From the lands where hate is dead In his hands he holds a new bag of schemes and lost arts He's come to change the sheets of (sun?) And sweep up last night's broken parts Here comes the old man dressed in (suns/songs) From the lands where darkness hides In his hands he holds a box of clocks that stops and starts He's come to mend the promises And sweep up last night's broken hearts Broken hearts Broken hearts