歌词
Verse 1:
In the silent ticking of a shadowed hall,
Whispers of moments, the rise and the fall.
Each second a story, a pulse in the night,
Chasing the echoes, where darkness meets light.
Chorus:
Time, the keeper of secrets, hold on,
In the labyrinth of memories, we travel upon.
Clockwork echoes, in rhythm confined,
Spinning forward, yet somehow rewind.
Verse 2:
Through the hourglass, the sands slip away,
Fleeting and vivid as the close of the day.
With each grain, a memory fades or shines clear,
Bound by the hours, yet endless they appear.
Chorus:
Time, the keeper of secrets, hold on,
In the labyrinth of memories, we travel upon.
Clockwork echoes, in rhythm confined,
Spinning forward, yet somehow rewind.
Bridge:
Can you hear the silent gears, grinding past regrets and fears?
A symphony in the void, where past and future are alloyed.
Turning hands, both cruel and kind,
Mark the tempo of our mind.
Chorus:
Time, the keeper of secrets, hold on,
In the labyrinth of memories, we travel upon.
Clockwork echoes, in rhythm confined,
Spinning forward, yet somehow rewind.
Outro:
As the clock strikes the infinite dawn,
We are but notes in the song that plays on.
Bound by time’s unyielding embrace,
In every echo, find our trace.
Verse 1:
In the silent ticking of a shadowed hall,
Whispers of moments, the rise and the fall.
Each second a story, a pulse in the night,
Chasing the echoes, where darkness meets light.
Chorus:
Time, the keeper of secrets, hold on,
In the labyrinth of memories, we travel upon.
Clockwork echoes, in rhythm confined,
Spinning forward, yet somehow rewind.
Verse 2:
Through the hourglass, the sands slip away,
Fleeting and vivid as the close of the day.
With each grain, a memory fades or shines clear,
Bound by the hours, yet endless they appear.
Chorus:
Time, the keeper of secrets, hold on,
In the labyrinth of memories, we travel upon.
Clockwork echoes, in rhythm confined,
Spinning forward, yet somehow rewind.
Bridge:
Can you hear the silent gears, grinding past regrets and fears?
A symphony in the void, where past and future are alloyed.
Turning hands, both cruel and kind,
Mark the tempo of our mind.
Chorus:
Time, the keeper of secrets, hold on,
In the labyrinth of memories, we travel upon.
Clockwork echoes, in rhythm confined,
Spinning forward, yet somehow rewind.
Outro:
As the clock strikes the infinite dawn,
We are but notes in the song that plays on.
Bound by time’s unyielding embrace,
In every echo, find our trace.
