(Intro: Pulsating synths, a sensual, driving beat, a distorted tic-toc in the background)
(Verse 1)
Was the porcelain rabbit, cold and alone
With his mask and his cage of silver chrome
Wound the king's time with an icy hand
In a tower of clocks, on shifting sand
'Til a crack in the world, a violent tear
Ripped him from his crystal nightmare
To a place where chaos makes the rules
And madness tastes like tea, not like fools.
(Pre-Chorus)
Hands that used to fix the gears
Searching for a truer sound
In a garden of broken mirrors
On a new path, being found.
(Chorus)
Porcelain tic-tac breaking
Sweat on skin, old clocks unwinding
Your mouth is my tea time, my only craving
In this beautiful mess, love, we keep on finding
Naked among the teacups, no mask, no decree
Your madness is my tempo, my truth, my creed.
(Verse 2)
The Hatter with his stained, clever hands
A smile wiser than time's demands
Taught him clocks aren't forced, they're freed
With a kiss, not with a guilty deed
And between war plans and haunted dreams
They found a refuge on fevered skin
Marking the rhythm on trembling seams
A beat only they could begin.
(Pre-Chorus)
Hands that don't repair, they explore
Deeper mechanisms, taking it slow
Melting the frost of a decade's shame
With the heat of the madness they know.
(Chorus)
Porcelain tic-tac breaking
Sweat on skin, old clocks unwinding
Your mouth is my tea time, my only craving
In this beautiful mess, love, we keep on finding
Naked among the teacups, no mask, no decree
Your madness is my tempo, my truth, my creed.
(Bridge: Music turns intimate, beat softens, whispers mixed in)
Touch me here, unscrew my mechanism…
(Sound of a spring releasing)
This tower of ages, I'll bring down with a shudder…
Forgive yourself in me, while I get lost in your rhythm…
We're two broken clocks, ticking the same empty schism…
(A tic-tac accelerates, merging with a heartbeat)
(Instrumental Break: Beat returns, powerful and sensual, sounds of gears and shattering glass mixed with subtle gasps)
(Final Chorus - More intense, with harmonies)
PORCELAIN TIC-TAC BREAKING!
SWEAT ON SKIN, OLD CLOCKS UNDONE!
Your mouth is my tea time, my only one (My only one!)
In this beautiful mess, LOVE, we keep on finding (On finding!)
NAKED among the teacups, no mask, no decree
Your MADNESS is my TEMPO, my truth… my CREED!
(Outro: Music fades, leaving only a slow, regular tic-toc, and the sound of a cup being gently placed on a saucer. A final whisper from Aster: "Tea time is whenever I have you…")
