Turn the dawn once
Let the good ones wait
Slow gold teeth
Count what we cannot say
No throne higher
No clean escape
They lower their voice
The sun holds their name
The old witness leans
Then comes back slow
A gold dial waits
Where the cold roofs glow
Every kind face
Waits closer now
Every shut mouth
Learns when to bow
Stay under the sun
Under the sun
Down where the kind ones
Guard a small glow
Stay under the sun
Under the sun
They do not shout
They guard it below
No choir above them
No silver sign
Only the sun
And the teeth of time
Their bones turn once
Then turn again
Caught in the clockwork
Beneath its command
Stay under the sun
Under the sun
Down where the kind ones
Guard a small glow
Stay under the sun
Under the sun
They do not shout
They guard it below
Tick
Sun
Tock
Rise
Tick
Sun
Tock
Set
Stay under the sun
Under the sun
Down where the kind ones
Guard a small glow
Stay under the sun
Under the sun
They do not break
They guard it below
Turn the dawn once
Let the good ones wait
Slow gold teeth
Count what we cannot say