Nineteen Twenty-Four

[Intro]
[Verse]
You sit in my palm.
A cold, silver balm.
Found in the dirt.
Beyond any hurt.
A century dead.
With secrets unsaid.
[Breakdown]
The escapement is bent.
Your timing is spent.
A lifetime misspent.
With no one's consent.
[Verse]
A rusted mainspring.
Such a useless old thing.
The balance wheel binds.
Through tortuous winds.
The dial is cracked.
The history lacked.
I check every gear.
Year after year.
[Bridge]
Nineteen twenty-four.
Engraved on the back.
Who was it for?
What did they lack?
A lover who fled?
A promise they broke?
Words left unsaid?
A silence that spoke?
[Solo]
[Build-up]
We tighten the screw.
To make it look new.
We cut right on through.
Out of the blue.
The metal will fatigue.
In this tiny league.
A quiet intrigue.
A weary colleague.
[Verse]
I clean out the grime.
Reclaiming lost time.
I polish the brass.
Behind broken glass.
The jewels start to gleam.
Like a forgotten dream.
[Bridge]
But some parts are gone.
As night meets the dawn.
You cannot rewrite.
The dark into light.
We tick till we rust.
And turn into dust.
[Outro]