Track Insight / Lyrics
You hold a spring inside your hand
A tiny part of some clock plan
You walk where Monstera leaves grow
While gears in your pocket spin slow
Broken glass and rusted gear
Everything is crystal clear
Green leaves climbing up the wall
Waiting for the clock to fall
You touch the soil with shaking skin
Where Calathea dreams begin
The humid air is thick and sweet
While brass and copper feel the heat
Broken glass and rusted gear
Everything is crystal clear
Green leaves climbing up the wall
Waiting for the clock to fall
The Pothos hangs from every beam
A lazy, winding, emerald stream
You count the seconds on a dial
And stay within the shade a while
Broken glass and rusted gear
Everything is crystal clear
Green leaves climbing up the wall
Waiting for the clock to fall
You fix a spring with steady sight
Beneath a soft and yellow light
The roots are drinking from the floor
As you unlock the heavy door
Slower than the sap in vine
Slower than a gold design
Let the metal start to rust
Turn the ticking wheels to dust
The Alocasia stands so tall
Against the cracks upon the wall
You drop your tools upon the stone
And find a rhythm all your own
Broken glass and rusted gear
Everything is crystal clear
Green leaves climbing up the wall
Waiting for the clock to fall
Just let the clock fall
Let the green leaves grow
(Tick, tick, tick)
(Ooh, ooh)
