[Verse 1] Twenty clocks crowd the shelf above your bed, Each one keeps a different kind of time. You used to turn their hands until they matched, Then lie awake and count the missing chime. [Pre-Chorus] One runs fast, one loses half a beat, One waits all day before it starts to move. You stop demanding they agree, And hear a pattern coming through. [Chorus] Let every crooked second find its place, Let every uneven measure carry on. The clocks don't need one face to face the future— They make a way by moving on. Your rough edges keep a rhythm of their own; No borrowed hands can tell you when you're whole. [Verse 2] The chipped one skips whenever rain arrives, The brass one races when the room gets warm. You leave them ticking, open up the door, And step outside without a perfect form. [Bridge] What if the parts you tried to tune away Were keeping time for roads you haven't seen? [Final Chorus] Let every crooked second find its place, Let every uneven measure carry on. The clocks don't need one face to face the future— They make a way by moving on. Your rough edges keep a rhythm of their own; Take all your time. The next day is your own. [Outro] Twenty clocks, one room, a thousand ways ahead.
