(Verse 1)
Gears grind softly, cold and slow, a rhythm out of time,
A heart of metal, starts to show, a love in its decline.
Each ticking beat, a whispered plea, for warmth to understand,
A broken echo, meant to be, lost in a distant land.
(Chorus)
The clockwork heart, a fragile thing, wound tight with fading grace,
A silent sorrow, it will sing, in this forgotten place.
It measures moments, lost and gone, a future left undone,
A love’s cold echo, carries on, beneath a dying sun.
(Verse 2)
The polished brass, a muted gleam, reflects a hollow stare,
A broken promise, in a dream, a burden hard to bear.
The gears keep turning, cold and still, a testament to pain,
A love’s lost echo, on the hill, in the falling rain.
(Outro)
The clockwork heart, a fading chime, a whisper in the air,
A testament to lost time, a burden hard to bear.
The clockwork heart, wound thin with grace,
Sings its sorrow through an empty space.
It counts the moments, one by one,
Love’s cold echo beneath a dying
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The Clockwork Heart
(Verse 1)
Gears grind softly, cold and slow, a rhythm out of time,
A heart of metal, starts to show, a love in its decline.
Each ticking beat, a whispered plea, for warmth to understand,
A broken echo, meant to be, lost in a distant land.
(Chorus)
The clockwork heart, wound thin with grace,
Sings its sorrow through an empty space.
It counts the moments, one by one,
Love’s cold echo beneath a dying sun
(Verse 2)
The polished brass, a muted gleam, reflects a hollow stare,
A broken promise, in a dream, a burden hard to bear.
The gears keep turning, cold and still, a testament to pain,
A love’s lost echo, on the hill, in the falling rain.
(Outro)
The clockwork heart, a fading chime, a whisper in the air,
A testament to lost time, a burden hard to bear.
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The Clockwork Heart
(Verse 1)
Gears grind softly, cold and slow, a rhythm out of time,
A heart of metal starts to show, a love that fades away.
Each ticking beat, a whispered plea, a fragile, failing chime,
An echo caught in memory, a night that hides the day.
(Chorus)
The clockwork heart, wound thin with grace, it sings into the air,
A sorrowed song, it will impart, a hymn beyond repair.
It measures moments, lost and gone, the silence left undone,
A love’s cold echo carries on beneath a dying sun.
(Verse 2)
The polished brass, a muted gleam, reflects a hollow stare,
A broken promise, faint and dim, a burden hard to bear.
The gears keep turning, slow and still, a witness to the rain,
A love’s lost echo haunts the hill, repeating all the pain.
(Outro)
The clockwork heart, a fading chime, a whisper in the air,
A testament to stolen time, a weight too sharp to bear.