Track Insight / Lyrics
The gears you oil turn slow and cold
Your fingers stiffen, growing old
The mainspring winds but you stay still
Time moves on against your will
Rust on the hands that hold the keys
Rust on the hours you cannot seize
Morning sun paints the dust in gold
But the story inside stays untold
You polish faces, count each tick
But the pendulum swings too quick
Your master left a note in chalk
Time waits for no one on the clock
Rust on the hands that hold the keys
Rust on the hours you cannot seize
Morning sun paints the dust in gold
But the story inside stays untold
The city wakes below your sill
A thousand footsteps, loud and shrill
You hear the meters, fares, and rain
But cannot drive the streets again
Rust on the hands that hold the keys
Rust on the hours you cannot seize
Morning sun paints the dust in gold
But the story inside stays untold
The oil can sits dry on the shelf
You wind the clocks but not yourself
Each second hand clicks past your knee
A taxi idles, waiting free
Now shadows stretch across the floor
You don't hear the garage door
The final fare has come and gone
You're left to tick the night alone
Rust on the hands that hold the keys
Rust on the hours you cannot seize
Morning sun paints the dust in gold
But the story inside stays untold
Rust on the hands, rust on the hands
The clock stops ticking in the light
You finally rest through the night
