Letras
A clock ticks... then stutters... then fades...
Time begins...
And folds inwards...
Seconds stretch like elastic wire
Minutes dissolve in magnetic fire
Hours repeat, unaligned
Echoes bending through the mind
Caught inside the field of time
Forward breaks, then backward climbs
The distortion bends the day
Until the past has slipped away
(Tick... tock... tick... tick-tock...)
Time is not a line
But a spiral unconfined
Clocks are voices
Calling out of tune
The future whispers
Too late, too soon
Caught inside the field of time
Forward breaks, then backward climbs
The distortion bends the day
Until the past has slipped away
Moments vanish
Moments stay
A single second
Can't obey
The clock dissolves...
Its hands erased...
Time collapses...
Without a trace...