Track Insight / Lyrics
Brass keys cold in pocket wool
Last train pulled at quarter full
Oil scent on tile and rail
No schedule left to detail
Second hand sweeps the concrete spine
Gears grind slow in borrowed time
We count the ticks between the trains
This platform holds what remains
Teach me how the mainspring sings
Before the crack, before it brings
A stopped gear, a frozen wheel
No hammer fixes broken steel
Second hand sweeps the concrete spine
Gears grind slow in borrowed time
We count the ticks between the trains
This platform holds what remains
Lantern beam on timetable glass
Cracked corner where the minutes pass
Chalk mark tallies overnight
Each one a wound, each one a right
Second hand sweeps the concrete spine
Gears grind slow in borrowed time
We count the ticks between the trains
This platform holds what remains
Pendulum in tunnel deep
Counts the sleep the city keeps
Escalator teeth stand still
Metal throat gone cold and chill
Wind the crown until it catches
Heart beats steady, watch unlatches
Not lost, not late, not left behind
Just waiting for the gears to find
First light paints the platform gray
Tools packed neat in leather lay
Master's voice in fingertip callous
We measure time, we make it ours
Second hand sweeps the concrete spine
Gears grind slow in borrowed time
We count the ticks between the trains
This platform holds what remains
Second hand sweeps, we wind once more
Every tick opens another door
