Golden Hands

Golden hands turn the brass gears Everything was built to last years Still moving Always moving Moving forward and away Still moving Moving on another day Polished pipes The winding steam starts to rise Whistle screams beneath a painted violet sky Metal hums Metal breathes Cold metal knows no grief The patterns keep shifting The ocean is lifting Now the tide begins to roll Golden hands turn the brass gears Everything was built to last years Still moving Always moving Moving forward and away Still moving Moving on another day Sundial shade A pendulum swing across the glass Waiting for the lucky hours to pass Paper thin Worn out skin Holding the pressure in The patterns keep shifting The ocean is lifting Now the tide begins to roll Golden hands turn the brass gears Everything was built to last years Still moving Always moving Moving forward and away Still moving Moving on another day Locked doors Hardwood floors The clock strikes four The room needs more Golden hands turn the brass gears Everything was built to last years Still moving Always moving Moving forward and away Still moving Golden hands turn the brass gears Everything was built to last years Still moving Always moving Moving forward and away Still moving Moving on another day © 2026 GF&ME