[Verse 1 - Machine Enters] Come on in and hold the key. Don't rush that iron crank. Cable up, the weights go climbing-- seven days hang from the chain. Hear the ratchet catch each turning. Feel the old case take the strain. Every Sunday in the wall, love, we lift a week to fall again. [Refrain - Pendulum Locks] Wind her Sunday. She runs the week. [Chorus - Mechanical Width] She don't run on borrowed lightning. She don't answer down a wire. Every ounce that keeps her going hangs where both of us can see. Wind her up--she gives it back one slow second at a time. That ain't endless. That's a winding. That's grandfathered time. [Verse 2 - Human Room] When she drifts, don't chase the hands. Reach down low and trim the swing. Listen past the painted numbers. Find the beat beneath the face. The winter you ran fevered, I wound her in the dark alone. Eight days, the weights ran lower. The rooms forgot her voice. You came down slow that Sunday, your hand on mine on the key. We cranked the morning back together. That's what the winding means. And the Sunday you said, 'Let her rest, love,' we let the whole week run unwound. No bell owned us till you chose it. You reached first when next week came. [Bridge - Voice And Pendulum] You don't force two hearts to time. You listen till they share a swing. Every winding asks again, love-- no old hour owns the next bell's ring. And you don't move the hands to hurry what the hour may bring. [Chorus - Dense Mechanical Harmony] She don't run on borrowed lightning. She don't answer down a wire. Every ounce that keeps her going hangs where both of us can see. Wind her up--she gives it back one slow second at a time. That ain't endless. That's a winding. That's grandfathered time. [Refrain - Machine Returns] Wind her Sunday. She runs the week. [Verse 3 - House Listening] Some nights both hands meet at midnight while the whole house settles deep. One lies still across the other. All the lifted weights still keep. Maybe all we make is morning. Maybe more begins unseen. Maybe someday smaller fingers turn this same old winding key. If they do, we'll show the leaning-- what to tend and what to leave. Maybe no child learns the motion. Still, we wound her while we could. A bell is not less worth the hearing for ending where we stood. [Final Chorus - Full Weight] She don't run on borrowed lightning. She don't answer down a wire. Every ounce that keeps her going hangs where both of us can see. Wind her up--she gives it back one slow second at a time. We don't hurry what comes after. We don't promise what will be. That ain't endless. That's a winding. That's grandfathered time. [Final Refrain - Pendulum Alone] Wind her Sunday. She runs the week. [Outro - Bell Into Drone] One strike-- let her ring out. Leave her running in the dark. Two hands still. One house listening. The works keep moving after us.
