The Clocks Still Move | Let Babylon Burn

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⏳ The clocks still move… like they don’t know loss.
A stripped-back acoustic ballad about grief, memory, and the quiet ways we carry love after it’s gone.
“The Clocks Still Move” is soaked in raw vocals, nylon guitar, soft strings, and silence that speaks louder than words.

You’ve felt this one — even if you’ve never said it out loud.

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I still leave a mug on your side of the sink
Still flinch when the kettle starts to sing
The silence don’t shout, but it echoes slow
In the rooms where your laughter used to go

I washed the sweater you always wore
Hung it outside… then brought it in before
The wind could take the last of your scent
Like I’m still pretendin’ where you went

The clocks still move like they don’t know loss
Each tick like a whisper, each tock a cost
I watch the world walk on just fine
But time stopped for me back in line

So I sleep with the light still on your side
Lie to myself that you just stepped outside
And I talk to the walls like they understand
Why my heart still reaches for your hand
Yeah the bed’s still made, and the cups still clink
But I ain’t been okay since you started to shrink

I found your note in the back of a drawer
Folded so neat, like you needed no more
It just said, “I’ll love you beyond the pain…”
But love ain’t much when it don’t remain

So I sleep with the light still on your side
Lie to myself that you just stepped outside
And I talk to the walls like they understand
Why my heart still reaches for your hand
Yeah the world goes on, like it always will
But the part you held is achingly still