Watchmaker
- Hands Like Houses (2012)You are listening to the song Watchmaker by Hands Like Houses, in album Ground Dweller. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
[Hook 1:]
Watchmaker, teach me the ways
I want to learn the secrets and the sciences of seconds
Watchmaker, teach me the ways
The methods to dull my ears to the sound.
[Verse 1: Matty Mullins]
Teach me how to rewind, rewind, so I can relive
Every second, minute - all I missed, oh
I'm always focused on the next thing
If only I could pause and re-
Teach me how.
[Pre-Chorus 1:]
If I were a watchmaker
I'd build suspension into the springs
Hidden gears, secret faces
Undiscovered hours to keep you in
These hours to keep you in.
[Pre-Chorus 2:]
There'll be no back, there'll be no forth
Just us, where we are.
[Hook 2:]
Watchmaker, teach me the workings
I want to learn the secrets and sciences of seconds
Teach me the seasons, the measure of these machines.
[Verse 2:]
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
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
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.
[Hook 2]
[Verse 3:]
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.
[Hook 2]
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
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