[Instrumental Intro: Ticking Percussion, Clean Electric Guitar, Pulsing Bass, Ambient Synth]
[Verse 1]
Numbers glow but they don’t feel time
Digits flash in a perfect line
No slow sweep, no second glance
Just instant answers, no romance
We used to watch the minutes move
Tiny steps in a steady groove
Now it’s gone in a blinking span
Time reduced to what we can
[Pre-Chorus]
Every second cut too clean
Nothing in between the screen
Losing track of where we are
In the future… just how far?
[Chorus]
Do you remember clocks with hands
(In these times no one understands)
The pressure of today’s demands
(Turning all the bands bland)
Do you recall the patient spin
(Where the moment would begin)
Now it’s rush and reprimand
(No one’s got a second hand)
[Instrumental Break: Guitar Delay Riff, Mechanical Beat]
[Verse 2]
Schedules stacked in endless rows
Deadlines no one really knows
Always running, never still
Chasing something we can’t fulfill
Used to pause and let it breathe
Now there’s nothing left to leave
Every hour pre-defined
No space left inside the mind
[Pre-Chorus]
Time was once a living thing
Now it’s just a tightening ring
Every tick we can’t withstand
Falling faster than we planned
[Chorus]
Do you remember clocks with hands
(In these times no one understands)
The pressure of today’s demands
(Turning all the bands bland)
Do you miss the drifting pace
(Time you didn’t have to chase)
Now it slips right through your grasp
(Nothing really seems to last)
[Bridge]
Round and round but never rushed
(Moments lived instead of crushed)
Every turn a gentle guide
(Now it’s numbers we can’t hide)
Maybe time is still the same
(Only we have changed the game)
Lost the rhythm, lost command
(Guess it’s time we make a stand)
[Breakdown: Minimal Tick, Soft Piano]
Tick… (Tock, tick)
Tick… (Tock, tick)
Do you feel it…
Or just see it…
[Final Chorus]
Do you remember clocks with hands
(In these times no one understands)
The pressure of today’s demands
(Turning all the bands bland)
Bring it back, the slower stand
(Time we used to understand)
Let it breathe, let it expand
(Give us back those ticking hands)
[Outro]
[Ticking fades into silence, soft guitar]
Clocks with hands…
(Slipping sands…)
Clocks with hands…
(Where do we stand…?)
From the album “Whatnot“