Track Insight / Lyrics
In a quartered kitchen, where steam rises high
A kettle's lonely sigh, as morning sunlight's nigh
The antique keeper, once prized owner's pride
Now hushed, unseen, in this place it won't reside
Attendees' forgotten hands, that once wound it with care
Now still and dusty, without a single prayer
Longing to mark time's passage, just one more tick
In syncopated rhythm, to that silent clock's stick
Counting each unspoken moment, in this empty space
A relic of an era, before digital time's embrace
Oh, Timekeeper's Lament, a whisper in the air,
Say goodbye to yesterday, before it's beyond repair
Tick, tock, the hours glide, as they leave you behind
Forgotten and forlorn, you mark the shadows' aligned
Faint hum of electronics, anticipating the surge
Steps approach the table, a hand reaches, then pauses, then curges
A final turn of the key
a soft click a relieved sigh
Release the tension, let the beat get high
(Massive supersaw chord, snappy trap kick, male vocal chops)
Tick, tock, mark my words, as I tear through the night
Counting beats in the silence, of a love that took flight
In the neon's glow, I'll dance 'til I'm spent
Ticking my memory, to the rhythm I invent
I spin and I shimmy, in the pulsing strobe lights
Each step a confession, of a heart that still ignites
The Timekeeper's whispers, in my ear, like a song
Encouraging me onward, till the morning is long
Oh, Timekeeper's Lament, a whisper in the air,
Say goodbye to yesterday, before it's beyond repair
Tick, tock, the hours glide, as they leave you behind
Forgotten and forlorn, you mark the shadows' aligned
In this fleeting moment, before the dawn breaks through
I'll give thanks to the Timekeeper, for all it once did do
To mark the passing hours, in this life I've lived
And though it may be ancient, its spirit remains alive
(Massive subs, shimmery delay trail)
Oh Timekeeper, dear Timekeeper, let your walls still stand
A loyal witness to the heartbeat, of this city's grand
Though your function's obsolete, your beauty still abides
In Memory's chamber, where love and dreams reside
(Softening atmosphere, subsiding rhythm)
As morning light creeps in, and the night grows still
The Timekeeper's Lament fades, like a whispered will
Its tale of time and longing, etched on every face
In this bustling city, where a heartbeat never ceases.
