Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold stone floors under my feet.
Iron keys make the set complete.
Brass and glass in a steady line.
Counting down every single sign.
The oil drips on the heavy wheel.
The clicking sound is the only real.
I wind the spring till the tension breaks.
One small slip is all it takes.
Tick tack, hold the golden beat.
Keep the rhythm, make it neat.
Wind the coil and let it spin.
This is where the hours begin.
Ink on page, yellowed and thin.
Let the steady counting begin.
Leather books on a wooden shelf.
I keep the secret to myself.
The oil drips on the heavy wheel.
The clicking sound is the only real.
I wind the spring till the tension breaks.
One small slip is all it takes.
Tick tack, hold the golden beat.
Keep the rhythm, make it neat.
Wind the coil and let it spin.
This is where the hours begin.
Copper wire and a steady hand.
Following a master's plan.
Polished steel in a velvet case.
Moving at a measured pace.
Open the door to the open sky.
Watch the heavy clouds float by.
Leave the basement, leave the gloom.
Find a wider, brighter room.
Tick tack, hold the golden beat.
Keep the rhythm, make it neat.
Wind the coil and let it spin.
This is where the hours begin.
Check the dial and the silver face.
Lock the gear in a steady place.
Ancient maps on a dusty table.
Holding fast and keeping stable.
Tick tack, hold the golden beat.
Keep the rhythm, make it neat.
Wind the coil and let it spin.
This is where the hours begin.
Silver gears, turning slow.
Watch the golden hours go.
