[Intro] The clock has no face, but it still keeps count A quiet little door in the walls of the house [Verse 1] You polish the frame, you patch every seam Count every meal, every mile, every dream But the skin is a letter with ink that will fade And the hands keep moving through plans that you made You say, “I’ve got time,” like time signed your name Like breath in your chest is a permanent claim There’s a date in the dark, sealed under the tongue Known by the One who remembers the young [Pre-Chorus] We build our lives on borrowed ground Laugh while the warning stays underground [Chorus] Every body comes with an ending Funny how nobody tells you when We keep pretending the door isn’t pending While the day folds back on itself again God knows the number, God knows the hour We only feel the seconds leave A temporary kingdom of bone and desire Still begging the dust to believe [Verse 2] Your heartbeat knocks like it’s owed an answer Your mirror keeps score with a merciless candor The scars are receipts from the years you survived Proof that the body was never designed To carry forever, to outrun decay To hold every promise we make it obey Yet here we are, dressed for the long road With a hidden expiration stamped in the code [Pre-Chorus] We raise our glass to another year As the unseen hand draws nearer [Chorus] Every body comes with an ending Funny how nobody tells you when We keep pretending the door isn’t pending While the day folds back on itself again God knows the number, God knows the hour We only feel the seconds leave A temporary kingdom of bone and desire Still begging the dust to believe [Bridge] If I knew the date, would I waste less? Would I hold your hand through the ugliness? Would I stop making a shrine of “someday”? Or spend the last light looking away? The joke is cruel, but the breath is real The clock stays hidden, the wound can heal For one more morning, for one more song We borrow a body and carry it on [Final Chorus] Every body comes with an ending Funny how nobody tells you when We keep pretending the door isn’t pending While the day folds back on itself again God knows the number, God knows the hour We only feel the seconds leave A temporary kingdom of bone and desire Still begging the dust to believe [Outro] No date on the door No warning in the skin Just one more borrowed morning Before the count begins
