歌词
[Intro] [Verse] The cedar box is gray with salt A century of ticking at a halt I peel the dust from heavy brass Behind the clouded, wavy glass The oil smells of pine and smoke Beneath the skin of weathered oak My calloused thumb begins to trace The shadows on the clock's old face [Verse] My grandfather had quiet hands He never spoke of distant lands But as the gears begin to turn I feel the secrets start to burn A tiny scratch beneath the spring Where hidden metal voices sing I find a name I’ve never heard A jagged, carved and lonely word [Chorus] The clock is beating like a drum To show me where I started from The gears are gold, the wood is deep A legacy I have to keep The lighthouse lamp is burning low With stories only we could know It’s ticking through the salt and foam To bring the wandering spirit home [Post-Chorus] Tick-tock, the ocean floor Tick-tock, the open door The ghost is in the gear The past is finally here [Verse] “The Silver Gull, June forty-nine” A carved and jagged, crooked line Cape Horn is etched in tiny ink Before the ship began to sink He charted stars I’ve never seen In waters cold and bottle green He kept the log within the chime To hide the truth from father time [Verse] I tighten up the copper wire Beside the dying kitchen fire The felted keys are soft and slow Just like the tide that starts to flow The wire brush hits the snare so light Like rain against the glass tonight I see the man behind the mask Who finished every heavy task [Chorus] The clock is beating like a drum To show me where I started from The gears are gold, the wood is deep A legacy I have to keep The lighthouse lamp is burning low With stories only we could know It’s ticking through the salt and foam To bring the wandering spirit home [Bridge] The pendulum begins its swing I hear the heavy hammer ring He wasn't just a man of stone He sailed the world all on his own Through the mist and through the gale With a tattered, ghostly sail Now the rhythm fills the room And breaks the silence of the gloom [Instrumental] [Chorus] The clock is beating like a drum To show me where I started from The gears are gold, the wood is deep A legacy I have to keep The lighthouse lamp is burning low With stories only we could know It’s ticking through the salt and foam To bring the wandering spirit home [Post-Chorus] Tick-tock, the ocean floor Tick-tock, the open door The ghost is in the gear The past is finally here [Outro]
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