Track Insight / Lyrics
Diner's dim, red booths are warm
Jazz floats in, a welcome storm
Down below, the basement's cold
A clockmaker's tale, yet to be told
Rust creeps in, the gears they slow
His workshop whispers, "Time will go"
Bronze and steel, a symphony
Clockwork blues, just a memory
He dreamt of time, a perfect dance
But hands stopped moving, took a chance
The city pulsed, a restless hum
He lost himself, beneath the drum
Streetlights gleam, on shattered glass
A melody, the hours pass
He watches, waiting for the dawn
His masterpiece, forever gone
Rust creeps in, the gears they slow
His workshop whispers, "Time will go"
Bronze and steel, a symphony
Clockwork blues, just a memory
The bassline thumped, a steady beat
He heard a song, bittersweet
A trumpet wail, a saxophone sigh
A rhythm pulsed, beneath the sky
He closed his eyes, the music played
A final tick, a choice he made
To melt away, with every note
His clockwork dreams, a heavy coat
Rust creeps in, the gears they slow
His workshop whispers, "Time will go"
Bronze and steel, a symphony
Clockwork blues, forever free
