Lyrics
Verse 1: Time’s a currency we spend but never save, Every heartbeat’s a step closer to the grave. We trade minutes like stocks in a frantic exchange, Seeking profits in a life beyond range. Chorus: Clocks tick, but do we understand the sound? Life’s a riddle, wrapped in moments not yet found. Slow down, feel the pulse of the unseen, In the quiet, we grasp what forever might mean. Verse 2: Pages of days, do we read or just skim? Each chapter closes, edges growing dim. Chasing shadows of futures never set, Forgetting the now, in tomorrow's net. Chorus: Clocks tick, but do we understand the sound? Life’s a riddle, wrapped in moments not yet found. Slow down, feel the pulse of the unseen, In the quiet, we grasp what forever might mean. Bridge: Is time a thief, or a gift we ignore? Rushing past us, always promising more. Philosophies written in sand, not in stone, Life’s meanings deciphered as our minds are grown. Breakdown: Echoes of the ancient, whispering through ages, History’s lessons scribed on infinite pages. Chorus: Clocks tick, but do we understand the sound? Life’s a riddle, wrapped in moments not yet found. Slow down, feel the pulse of the unseen, In the quiet, we grasp what forever might mean. Outro: Let’s not just exist but live with intent, Embrace each moment, let no second be misspent. For in the end, time is both friend and foe, In its relentless flow, we find and we grow.
