Текст Hands Like Houses – Watchmaker

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

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 breathe
Teach me how!

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

There’ll be no back, there’ll be no forth
Just us, where we are

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

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

(Come teach me the ways of the watchmaker
We’ll dull our ears to the sound)

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

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

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

Watchmaker, teach me the workings
I want to learn the secrets and the sciences of seconds, oh.

If I were a watchmaker, I’d build suspension into the springs.
Hidden gears, secret faces
Undiscovered hours to keep you in

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.
Teach me the measure of these machines