Hawk – Clock Hands Lyrics

The shiver of your hand
Remember you were once unrivalled
A child, questioning
The city has no plan
But you could be the first to write one
To write on in your hand

Lit by after-light
Spoke in semaphore
I saw clock hands ticking over
You asked me to save your soul

The call you made again
To tell me you were too caught up on
Hung up on yesterday
But the city has no plan
And you could be the first to write one
To write one in your hand

Navigate without
Sticks and stones or an embrace
No white albatross in the skies above our sails
Navigate without
Sticks and stones or an embrace
No white albatross in the skies above our sails
Lit by after-light
Spoke in semaphore
I saw clock hands ticking over
You asked me to save your soul