The Watch
Writes song cycles like short story collections and refuses to explain any of them
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.39
- vocal at
- 7.1s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- Po
lyrics
(a clock is wound, tooth by tooth) Your watch still runs three minutes fast You liked to be early everywhere I won't correct it. Let it last Ahead of me, like you. That's fair. (tick... tick...) They emptied out your flat in June (in June) I kept the smallest room of you I wind your watch I wind your watch (each morning, each morning) So one small heart of yours still beats I wind your watch I wind your watch Your glasses folded on their string Above the crossword's last blank row I know the word for everything Except the one I need to know (ten across, ten across) I wind your watch I wind your watch (each morning, each morning) So one small heart of yours still beats I wind your watch I wind your watch Time is a kindness wound by hand (by hand) I do your winding now I wind your watch I wind your watch (each morning, each morning) So one small heart of yours still beats I wind your watch I wind your watch (tick... tick... tick) (the smallest room stays lit)