[Intro]
Dust on the bench, a halo of brass and dawn
Wheels sigh softly, time yawns beneath the dawn
[Verse 1]
I mend the ticks that never learned to sing
Cobbled gears hum through the ash and silver ring
But in a tiny holo of steam and glow
A hidden spring wakes up, and it starts to flow
[Pre-Chorus]
From the pistons of memory, a spark takes flight
Joy bubbles up in coppery light
[Chorus]
Joy in the gears, dancing hands, arise
A chorus of cogs beneath amber skies
Dust becomes music, the workshop sings
Every pendulum carries a lyric that rings
[Verse 2]
My fingers trace routes through labyrinthine veins
Found a pulse in the clockwork’s secret lanes
The spring spills rhythm where silence once lay
Now clockfaces waltz to a bright, wild parade
[Pre-Chorus]
From the pistons of memory, a spark takes flight
Joy bubbles up in coppery light
[Chorus]
Joy in the gears, dancing hands, arise
A chorus of cogs beneath amber skies
Dust becomes music, the workshop sings
Every pendulum carries a lyric that rings
[Bridge]
Let the wind-up birds chirp in silver rain
Let the hands spin stories of sweet refrain
What once was weary is shining anew
In every tick, a vow to stay true
[Chorus]
Joy in the gears, dancing hands, arise
A chorus of cogs beneath amber skies
Dust becomes music, the workshop sings
Every pendulum carries a lyric that rings
[Outro]
From dust to dawn, the springs keep time with joy
A land of music born from a patient boy—
I mean, from this weary clockmaker, me, today
As gears and giggles chase the shadows away
