Clockwork Breakfast

[Intro] (Instrumental: Twinkling piano, warped clock ticks, distant cello) [Verse 1] Sunlight spills on linen white A teacup steams in golden light Warmth of bread, a glass of red Order on the table spread But the window frames a purple sea A desert plain, a twisted tree And on his face, a solemn grace A clock ticks where an eye should be [Chorus] Oh, this clockwork breakfast hour Where solid things begin to sour Guitars drift where thoughts take flight Eyes blink open in the light Reality begins to bend At this quiet table’s end A dream unfolds in muted tones Among the teacups, scones, and bones [Verse 2] A pastry flakes, the wine breathes deep While secrets that the mind does keep Float softly ‘round his furrowed brow A silent, strange, surreal show A melting watch drips down the air A hollow stare from over there The landscape bleeds through plaster walls As gravity forgets its calls [Chorus] Oh, this clockwork breakfast hour Where solid things begin to sour Guitars drift where thoughts take flight Eyes blink open in the light Reality begins to bend At this quiet table’s end A dream unfolds in muted tones Among the teacups, scones, and bones [Bridge] Barren trees on distant shores Where time itself just melts and pours Over rocks in endless blue A memory he never knew? The warmth inside, the chill beyond A silent, introspective pond The ordered plate, the drifting mind What solid truth will he here find? [Instrumental Break] (Surreal collage: Harpsichord flourish, detuned guitar slide, melting clock sound effect, swelling strings) [Chorus] Oh, this clockwork breakfast hour Where solid things begin to sour Guitars drift where thoughts take flight Eyes blink open in the light Reality begins to bend At this quiet table’s end A dream unfolds in muted tones Among the teacups, scones, and bones [Outro] (Sounds fade: Last chime of a clock, a final sigh of cello, gentle clink of a spoon, distant seagull cry) (Whispered) Time... pours... slow... (Silence)