Let the noisy streets rage outside the window, The city forever rushing somewhere at full speed. Within these walls familiar shadows quietly embrace, And the world beyond the door suddenly fades away. We put the clocks aside so we would no longer hear them tick, That steady, lifeless, relentless counting. Here the seconds settle like silent rays of light, And it no longer matters what year the calendar says. In a room without clocks, time loses its weight. There's only you and me, while heaven's light falls softly. Let the day burn away, let the centuries hurry on, In this quiet silence, my whole world comes to rest. There's nowhere we need to rush. Your fingers rest in mine, your breathing calm and steady. We don't need to look at another glowing screen. Our fragile refuge, hidden from the noise, Is the finest country either of us has ever known. Let the months and the ages pass beyond these walls. We've caught this single moment by its fragile thread. If eternity wishes to visit us today, It will have to wait patiently outside the door. In a room without clocks, time loses its weight. There's only you and me, while heaven's light falls softly. Let the day burn away, let the centuries hurry on. In this quiet silence, my whole world comes to rest. And let dawns replace sunsets beyond the door. Let the avalanche of ticking clocks drive others onward. We owe nothing to that endless race. All that's left for us... Is to hold on to each other. No ticking hands. Only you. And me. In a room... without clocks.
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