Time

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.