Track Insight / Lyrics
Twenty-four hours, the laundromat hums
Washing machine's song, a tired man's drums
Cigarette smoke curls, a hazy blue glow
The city whispers tales, as the minutes flow
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Streetlamps like fireflies, blink on and off
A lonely machine coughs, a silent reproach
City clocks, they keep spinning round
A million stories whispered, without a sound
City clocks, ticking on the wall
Each second's a treasure, before it can fall
Coins in the tray, clinking, a metallic chime
A worn-out leather purse, a heart lost in time
A young woman sighs, her eyes on the floor
A broken record plays, a familiar encore
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Streetlamps like fireflies, blink on and off
A lonely machine coughs, a silent reproach
City clocks, they keep spinning round
A million stories whispered, without a sound
City clocks, ticking on the wall
Each second's a treasure, before it can fall
Steam from the dryers, a warm, fragrant haze
The scent of lavender, a memory's daze
A little boy sleeps, a blanket so tight
He dreams of the sea, and the stars in the night
Across the street, a neon sign gleams
A beacon of hope, in the city's dark streams
A promise of comfort, a chance to begin
A new day unfolding, a new world within
City clocks, they keep spinning round
A million stories whispered, without a sound
City clocks, ticking on the wall
Each second's a treasure, before it can fall
The rain outside softens, a gentle refrain
The city breathes deep, washing away pain
I step outside now, into the dawn's light
City clocks keep ticking, guiding me through the night
