Track 3 of the album Soft Focus Weather · 2016
Clock Tower, Midnight Strikes Slow
by Moth Static
“Slow chimes and pad swells, with one drum machine hit every four bars. We wanted it to feel like the hour itself was stretching out.”
dream pop · slowcore · synth ambient · 3:35
Lyrics
High above the sleeping square The old clock holds the hour Twelve soft rings across the roofs Over every tower Nobody hears them all But the sky Strike slow, old clock, strike slow Let the hours lie down Every bell a quiet hand Over the sleeping town Strike slow, old clock, strike slow The night is not in a hurry Pigeons tucked in the stone Hands that barely move The whole town breathing underneath In a slow and sleepy groove I count along with the bell And I'm not alone Strike slow, old clock, strike slow Let the hours lie down Every bell a quiet hand Over the sleeping town Strike slow, old clock, strike slow The night is not in a hurry Twelve, and then it's quiet Twelve, and then the dark Time is only a soft thing Turning in the park Strike slow, old clock, strike slow Let the hours lie down Every bell a quiet hand Over the sleeping town Strike slow, old clock, strike slow The night is not in a hurry Strike slow Strike slow