[Verse 1] Twenty clocks on a shelf I built crooked, One loses an hour, one hoards the noon. One ticks like a shoe on a stairwell, one skips whole mornings and calls it a tune. I used to keep tools by the bedside, ready to silence the ones that ran strange. But the walls kept a map of their arguing, and the room changed shape with the change. [Pre-Chorus] I quit asking which hand was right, let every little wheel take its time. [Chorus] Let them go—fast, slow, out of line, all their crooked seconds can be mine. When they clash, when they lean, when they rush and unwind, twenty wrong clocks make a sound I can find. I’m not a fault to be filed down flat; I’m the whole strange hour, and I’m keeping that. [Verse 2] Some days I’m the clock with the loose brass tooth, some days the one that forgets to chime. There’s a future past the shop window— no single face has to tell me the time. I’ll carry this racket beyond the doorway, let tomorrow hear what I couldn’t erase. [Chorus] Let them go—fast, slow, out of line, all their crooked seconds can be mine. When they clash, when they lean, when they rush and unwind, twenty wrong clocks make a sound I can find. I’m not a fault to be filed down flat; I’m the whole strange hour, and I’m keeping that. [Outro] The shelf gives a little. The morning keeps time.
