Track Insight / Lyrics
He packed a watch beside a tin of tea
The cracked blue hands still pointed ten past three
A yellow bus rolled past the station door
He chased its dust along the coastal floor
He raised that camera high above the crowd
Caught red balloons and sunlight on a cloud
The silver lens reflected in his eye
While broken timepieces shimmered as they flew
Grandad's watch lies open on the sill
Golden hands are waiting, crystal still
He left a little heartbeat in the band
So when the final bus comes, he can land
A seaside postcard slipped beneath his chair
Salt stains traced the coastline of his hair
He called the old lighthouse crooked and blue
Then snapped a pigeon landing overhead two
Grandad's watch lies open on the sill
Golden hands are waiting, crystal still
He left a little heartbeat in the band
So when the final bus comes, he can land
The hour bends, the shutter catches snow
A whistle slips across the harbor below
The cracked blue seconds tremble in his palm
He smiles at me and keeps the daylight warm
I found his old scarf tangled on the stair
It smelled of diesel, toast, and midnight air
The broken watch ticked softly once for me
Like footsteps crossing childhood memory
I ride the last train rolling through the light
His camera flashes gold across the night
The watch is open, shining on the dash
It saves the moment, lets the whole world flash
Grandad's watch lies open on the sill
Golden hands are waiting, crystal still
He left a little heartbeat in the band
So when the final bus comes, he can land
Ooh, land
The final bus comes rolling through the gold
Grandad's watch is shining, steady, brave, and old
The shutter blinks once, then the daylight flows
I hold the time he left beneath my clothes
