[Intro – Spoken, over tinkling piano and violin] “Ah… another broken hour in the House of Ticking Lies… Care for a seat, dear guest? Or would you rather hang from the chandelier?” (*laughter fades into a minor piano waltz*) [Verse 1] The gears, they turn like jealous eyes, Behind her fan, she plots, she sighs— And every clock inside this hall Knows when a lady means to fall. The air is thick with powdered shame, Laced gloves and lips that moan your name, She sips her sin from a silver spoon, Then dances nude beneath the moon. [Chorus – Dramatic, with accordion swell] Clocks don’t weep, but ladies might, When corsets burst in candlelight, The night is cruel, the wine is red, And all the clocks still tick the dead. So waltz with me 'til you forget, Your sins, your debts, your silk regret, Clocks don’t weep, but love decays, Between the tocks of grand charades. [Verse 2] She said, “My heart’s a timepiece too,” But wound it up with lovers’ rue— Her breath a song, her laugh a knife, She danced through ten men’s ruined life. Her stockings torn from rusted bliss, Each kiss a hex, each hex a kiss. She said she’d leave at half-past pain, But stayed to sip my soul again. [Bridge – Slow, mournful violin and whispered vocals] We built our love on copper lies, Beneath the ballroom’s burning skies… I held her close, she smiled, she stole— Then fled with half my ticking soul. [Chorus – Full and theatrical, violin soaring] Clocks don’t weep, but ladies might, When whispered sins seduce the night, She left her gloves, her scent, her knife— A calling card of vanished life. So raise your glass and drink to shame, For none leave here without a name. Clocks don’t weep, but time still preys— And love winds down in wicked ways. [Outro – Spoken, with faint piano lullaby] “Ah… but you’ve stayed past midnight, haven’t you? Careful now… in this house, even shadows keep receipts.” (*clock chimes once, softly, then silence*)
