Wake to the creaks and groans
Of the motors and the masts
On the sovereign sea
Trinkets of shrieking bone
Tainted tokens of a past
Come to trouble me
Out of time I go running
As you’re running out of time
Storming forth I return from the nothing
I am back to reclaim what’s mine
Cast into darkest voids
Ever waiting for the chime
Of the hand at two
Clots of a heart destroyed
Circulating in the blind
As they stand with you
Out of time I go running
As you’re running out of time
Storming forth I return from the nothing
I am back to reclaim what’s mine
Keep the clocks a running
Keep every hammer drumming
Time will open the doors
Keep the clocks a running
Keep every hammer drumming
I’m coming back to the fore
Set the wheels I’m coming back to the fore
Clockworks click and they clink within
Locks and riddles of rings will spin
Cogwheels linking the springs and pins
The walls are closing in
And I have been to some bad, bad places
Taken gifts at the darkest shrines
I have seen despair in the saddest faces
Now I’m back to reclaim what’s mine
Keep the clocks a running
Keep every hammer drumming
Time will open the doors
Keep the clocks a running
Keep every hammer drumming
I’m coming back to the fore
Set the wheels I’m coming back to the fore
There’s a whalesong drifting over the shores
Set the wheels I’m coming back to the fore
