[Verse] Clock hands still, frozen in the gray Platform worn with dust and yesterday No train comes, no voice calls my name Just echoes where the world used to be [Pre-Chorus] But time still hums through broken glass A quiet pulse that won’t let pass A whisper deep inside the walls [Chorus] Ticking on, though the wheels are still Heartbeat of a place that used to thrill Every second sings a gentle hymn Ticking on, beneath the dim [Verse] Faded tickets in a pocket old Letters lost, a name no one recalls The light goes out, but not the thought That something’s waiting — just not now [Pre-Chorus] But time still hums through broken glass A quiet pulse that won’t let pass A whisper deep inside the walls [Chorus] Ticking on, though the wheels are still Heartbeat of a place that used to thrill Every second sings a gentle hymn Ticking on, beneath the dim [Bridge] Maybe clocks don’t mark the hours Just keep the silence from closing in And every tick — a kind of prayer That something true still lingers here [Chorus] Ticking on, though the wheels are still Heartbeat of a place that used to thrill Every second sings a gentle hymn Ticking on, beneath the dim [Outro] Ticking on… Softly on… Ticking on… Ticking on…