Clockwork

[bnewman]

Based on a story by Philip Pullman

lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman

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Tick, tock, tick, tock

All the world is but a clock

Wind it up and let it go

And what may come, you cannot know

But what's begun cannot be stopped

And in this way our fates, our fears,

The word you say, the word he hears,

Each bridge you burn, each truth you learn,

Is but the turning of the gears.

 

Tick, tock, tick, tock

All the world is but a clock

Mere machine, and yet, sublime

It does much more than tell the time

When calibrated to the dot

By ticking at a constant rate

It charts, in terms of love and hate

Of good and ill, of chance and skill

The measured meter of our fate

 

Tick, tock, tick, tock

All the world is but a clock

Marching forward, clean and cold

And every moment is foretold

No matter if we would or not

A world of pain, a clever ruse

So much to gain, so much to lose

What you've begun can't be undone

You've nothing left to do but... choose