Track Insight / Lyrics
You walk past the rusted old gate,
Where the wild ivy grows too late.
Past the workbench and broken tool,
Where the morning air feels sharp and cool.
Under the leaf of a heavy vine,
A gold-plated circle begins to shine.
Reach down low where the soil is black,
Bring the missing seconds back.
Golden hands frozen on the dial,
Sleeping in the weeds for a long while.
Wind the key and make the motor spin,
Let the heavy rhythm start again.
You brush off the dirt and the grit,
Watch the tiny silver levers fit.
It smells like old oil and salt sea air,
A heavy treasure that you found there.
Under the leaf of a heavy vine,
A gold-plated circle begins to shine.
Reach down low where the soil is black,
Bring the missing seconds back.
Golden hands frozen on the dial,
Sleeping in the weeds for a long while.
Wind the key and make the motor spin,
Let the heavy rhythm start again.
The glass is cracked like a frozen lake,
A promise that no one dared to break.
It kept a beat for a sailor's hand,
Far away from this patch of land.
It does not care for the wind or tide,
With a hidden spring tucked deep inside.
One small turn and the pulse will beat,
Making the circle feel complete.
Golden hands frozen on the dial,
Sleeping in the weeds for a long while.
Wind the key and make the motor spin,
Let the heavy rhythm start again.
You hold the weight of a hundred years,
Turning the wheels and the tiny gears.
The workshop stands in the midday heat,
While the ticking heart sounds a steady beat.
Golden hands frozen on the dial,
Sleeping in the weeds for a long while.
Wind the key and make the motor spin,
Let the heavy rhythm start again.
Keep it ticking slow.
Let the brass gear go.
