Wind the hour once
Let the quiet stay
Old ink dries
On what we cannot say
No bell louder
No clean restart
Time keeps the page
Of every hidden mark
The minute leans
Then comes back slow
A grey file waits
Where the old names go
Every kind hand
Stays open now
Every closed door
Learns when to bow
Stay inside the hour
Inside the hour
Down where the kind ones
Keep a small spark
Stay inside the hour
Inside the hour
Time does not heal
It keeps every mark
No choir above them
No silver claim
Only old ink
And the weight of days
Their hands turn once
Then turn again
Kept in the margins
Beneath time's command
Stay inside the hour
Inside the hour
Down where the kind ones
Keep a small spark
Stay inside the hour
Inside the hour
Time does not heal
It keeps every mark
Tick
Keep
Tock
Wait
Tick
Kind
Tock
Late
Stay inside the hour
Inside the hour
Down where the kind ones
Keep a small spark
Stay inside the hour
Inside the hour
Time does not end
It hands back the mark
Wind the hour once
Let the quiet stay
Old ink dries
On what we cannot say