Driving The Clock

Lyrics

Driving the clock through invisible streets hands without numbers, faces without heat The gears are illusions, the seconds deceive And what we call time is the cage we can’t see

Am I driving the clock, or is the clock driving me Am I steering the hands, or the hands steering me And if there’s no clock, only measure and mind- then who is it binding, and what then is time

Chimes without rhythm, a chaos of bells ringing the fiction the silence compels The tick is a fiction, the tock is a chain yet both are demanding-the rules of the game

Am I driving the clock, or is the clock driving me Am I steering the hands, or the hands steering me And if there’s no clock, only measure and mind- then who is it binding, and what then is time

Clockwork dissolves in the pulse of a dream unwinding the hours, unspooling the scheme

Am I driving the clock, or is the clock driving me Am I steering the hands, or the hands steering me And if there’s no clock, only measure and mind- then who is it binding, and what then is time

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