I hold the brass wheel in my hand
The salt is thick across the sand
I count the clicks of every gear
The harbor fog is drawing near
Wind it up tight until it breaks
Feel the shake of all the mistakes
Spinning fast in a circle of gold
A story that the tide has told
My master taught me how to bind
The ticking secrets of the mind
But now the mainspring snaps in two
The midnight sky is turning blue
I stand out on the wooden pier
The crashing water is all I hear
Small copper screws fall in the deep
While all the weary sailors sleep
Wind it up tight until it breaks
Feel the shake of all the mistakes
Spinning fast in a circle of gold
A story that the tide has told
Oil on my skin and rust in my breath
A clicking rhythm like a dance with death
The lighthouse beam is a heavy white line
Cutting the dark in a jagged design
I drop the watch into the foam
The wild currents call me home
No more counting the seconds gone
I wait alone for the coming dawn
Wind it up tight until it breaks
Feel the shake of all the mistakes
Spinning fast in a circle of gold
A story that the tide has told
Let the big gears rust in the rain.
Let the salt wash away the pain.
Tick, tack, tick, tack.
The wind is coming back.
