Watchmaker
Hands Like Houses Lyrics

Watchmaker, teach me the ways.
Asking for guidance and knowledge to unlock the secrets and intricacies of timekeeping.

I want to learn the secrets and the sciences of seconds, The methods to dull my ears to the sound.
Desiring to understand the mechanics of time and how to detach oneself from its constant ticking.

Teach me how to rewind, rewind, So I can relive every second, Minute, all I missed oh.
Asking for the ability to travel back in time and experience moments that have passed by, making up for missed opportunities.

I'm always focused on the next thing If only I could pause and re. Teach me how!
Acknowledging the tendency to overlook the present for the future and hoping to gain the knowledge to pause time and appreciate what's happening now.

If I were a watchmaker, I’d build suspension into the springs. Hidden gears, secret faces. Undiscovered hours to keep you in.
Imagining the creation of an intricate timepiece with hidden features and surprises that keep its owner engaged and curious.

There'll be no back, there'll be no forth, Just us, where we are.
Emphasizing the importance of being present in the moment and not dwelling on the past or over-planning for the future.

Watchmaker, teach me the workings. I want to learn the secrets and the sciences of seconds. Teach me the seasons, the measure of these machines.
Requesting a deeper understanding of the mechanics of measuring time, including the cyclical nature of the seasons and how they impact timekeeping.

I’m haunted by mechanical sounds. Damped, stolen and swallowed, relentless, counting down In the bellies of old enemies. I’m plagued by the tick tock, tick tock, But with vehemence I’ll take to their faces and tear them away.
Feeling burdened by the constant ticking of clocks and the pressure of time but expressing the desire to confront and overcome these time-related anxieties.

Come teach me the ways of the watchmaker, We’ll dull our ears to the sound.
Inviting the watchmaker to share their knowledge and help dull the noise of timekeeping so that it doesn't distract from experiencing the moment.

There’s tension in me, I’m wound up and bound to an endless release. A robin imprisoned in a carved clock, I’m a tune locked in a music box To a grave melody.
Feeling trapped and constrained by time, using imagery of a bird in a clock and a melody in a music box to convey this sense of being stuck in a cycle.

I can feel a nervousness in my fingers. To spindles, they’re wasting away. And with every twitch, they’re turning, Passing by with my meaningless revolutions.
Expressing the restlessness caused by the constant movement of time and the idea that one's actions may ultimately not matter in the grand scheme of things.

I gazed too deep, I leaned in too close. Caught by the collar and dragged into a two-four waltz. Drawn into steps unfamiliar to me, I was passed like partners between turning teeth.
Having delved too deeply into timekeeping and feeling swept up in its motions, using the metaphor of a dance between the gears of a clock to describe the feeling of being out of control.