Verse 1 Tick, tick, the world unwinds, Hands of brass, a heart redefined. Breath replaced by gears that turn, In silence, I still yearn. Pre-Chorus Father’s hands built me anew, Every loss, a gift of screws. Still I dance, though not of flesh, Am I alive, or just a sketch? Chorus Clockwork child, I spin alone, Steel and soul, a hollow tone. In the waltz, my truth concealed, Am I machine, or something real? Verse 2 Down in Zaun, the air was death, Took from me my human breath. Yet with the Ball, I’m not afraid, In whirring steps, my fate is played. Pre-Chorus Every piece that fell away, Father swore I’d dance someday. But in the ticking, cold embrace, I search for warmth I can’t replace. Chorus Clockwork child, I spin alone, Steel and soul, a hollow tone. In the waltz, my truth concealed, Am I machine, or something real? Bridge Listen close — can you hear? The faintest echo of what was dear? A girl who dreamed, who used to breathe, Now only music’s left to weave. Final Chorus Clockwork child, I spin alone, Through the gears, I make my home. If I am lost, then let me feel, That in this dance… I’m still real.
