Peur de l'Horloge

Here in the face of the merciless clock,
Lie the ghosts of time that the mind forgot,
And the hands keep moving,
As the gears rotate,
The pendulum swings and carries the weight,
Peur de l'horloge une fois de plus,
Peur de l'horloge une fois de plus.

The clock on the wall keeps stealing the time,
The clock on the wall is no friend of mine,
And the hour ticks forward,
As the springs unwind,
Feeding the fears in the back of the mind,
Mais que devient le temps perdu?
Mais que devient le temps perdu?

Pursuing seconds to compute the cost,
Of a minute gained or a minute lost,
And it matters little,
As you chase the day,
Time is a mistress that you must obey,
Et personne n'est maître du temps,
Et personne n'est maître du temps.

The tension builds at the top the hour,
A machine prepares to release it's power,
And the hammer will fall,
As it strikes the bell,
But the sound of the chime won't break the spell,
Compter les heures jusqu'à la mort,
Compter les heures jusqu'à la mort.

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[notes]

For those citizens of Wikiloopia without much (any) French, we present
a brand new service - Mr Monkey Google Translates so you don't have to :)

Peur de l'horloge une fois de plus. (Afraid of the clock again.)
Mais que devient le temps perdu?. (But what becomes of lost time?)
Et personne n'est maître du temps. (And no one is the master of time.)
Compter les heures jusqu'à la mort. (Counting the hours until death.)

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"Time" is such a good subject for a song.... as is "death" actually. Translation was welcome - good work Monkey :)

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