Twenty Clocks

[Verse 1]
Twenty clocks crowd the shelf above your bed,
Each one keeps a different kind of time.
You used to turn their hands until they matched,
Then lie awake and count the missing chime.

[Pre-Chorus]
One runs fast, one loses half a beat,
One waits all day before it starts to move.
You stop demanding they agree,
And hear a pattern coming through.

[Chorus]
Let every crooked second find its place,
Let every uneven measure carry on.
The clocks don't need one face to face the future—
They make a way by moving on.
Your rough edges keep a rhythm of their own;
No borrowed hands can tell you when you're whole.

[Verse 2]
The chipped one skips whenever rain arrives,
The brass one races when the room gets warm.
You leave them ticking, open up the door,
And step outside without a perfect form.

[Bridge]
What if the parts you tried to tune away
Were keeping time for roads you haven't seen?

[Final Chorus]
Let every crooked second find its place,
Let every uneven measure carry on.
The clocks don't need one face to face the future—
They make a way by moving on.
Your rough edges keep a rhythm of their own;
Take all your time. The next day is your own.

[Outro]
Twenty clocks, one room, a thousand ways ahead.