I sit upon the velvet red
Above the apprentice's head
I watch the city wake in grey
While waiting for the break of day
Hold the light in a golden gear
The morning sun is finally here
Spinning slow in a copper glow
Watching all the city flow
He winds my spring with steady hand
The smallest king in a clockwork land
He wipes the glass with a linen cloth
Soft as a wing of a summer moth
Hold the light in a golden gear
The morning sun is finally here
Spinning slow in a copper glow
Watching all the city flow
The attic window is cracked and thin
Letting the yellow brightness in
He leans his cheek on the wooden frame
Calling the distant skyline by name
Cold iron streets in a winter haze
Lost in a mechanical maze
But here in the heat of a single ray
The heavy shadows drift away
He hums a tune from a dusty street
Where the rubber tires and asphalt meet
A lonely fare on a midnight ride
With nowhere left for a man to hide
Hold the light in a golden gear
The morning sun is finally here
Spinning slow in a copper glow
Watching all the city flow
His fingers tremble on the brass key
Setting the ticking rhythm free
The gold leaf shimmers on my face
Finding a moment of quiet grace
Hold the light in a golden gear
The morning sun is finally here
Spinning slow in a copper glow
Watching all the city flow
Tick-tock, gold lock.
The sun is here.
Tick-tock, gold lock.
