Close your eyes, we’ll sound the way
through old souls all rapt in wonder
for the arc of them, a stitch of vein,
reflecting on each other.

Communicating down the line
with hints and curves appearing
on measured ground and plotted stars,
they’re spilling out.

The city choirs will sing ‘til dawn,
their songs like cables wailing.
A twitch and jump, a rush of blood,
all resonating outwards.

I dream of clocks, I dream of clones
sounding out together,
the click of hearts and the hours lost
as I breathe on.

Radios with callers breaking through
for I don’t know how long now.
This babbling, this slip of tongues
all fused into one.

This is the sound of dislocating,
this is the sound of distance overtaking
and all my words and thoughts are failing
above the sound of something being swamped.

These are the sounds my heart was cupped to catch before I sleep.
These are the sounds that muscle in around you while you speak.


Lyrics submitted by spazm

Clocks and Clones song meanings
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