| Song | Clockwork |
| Artist | Villa Nah |
| Album | Villa Nah: Ultima |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Juho Paalosmaa | |
| 作曲 : Juho Paalosmaa | |
| the chain and the lock | |
| they've been leaning on the wall | |
| the tick and the tock | |
| i keep hearing when they call | |
| but who woke me up? | |
| was my life a passing dream? | |
| as soon as we stop | |
| will you follow my machine? | |
| cos we belong | |
| to their slumber and sleep | |
| from that darkness they will come. | |
| to send you up | |
| keep pulling me down | |
| and creep behind us while we run. | |
| to the void | |
| of ultima deep | |
| they will let thy kingdom come. | |
| where the song of | |
| that old clockwork had begun | |
| to run its course inside my soft machine, | |
| sleep. | |
| zuo ci : Juho Paalosmaa | |
| zuo qu : Juho Paalosmaa | |
| the chain and the lock | |
| they' ve been leaning on the wall | |
| the tick and the tock | |
| i keep hearing when they call | |
| but who woke me up? | |
| was my life a passing dream? | |
| as soon as we stop | |
| will you follow my machine? | |
| cos we belong | |
| to their slumber and sleep | |
| from that darkness they will come. | |
| to send you up | |
| keep pulling me down | |
| and creep behind us while we run. | |
| to the void | |
| of ultima deep | |
| they will let thy kingdom come. | |
| where the song of | |
| that old clockwork had begun | |
| to run its course inside my soft machine, | |
| sleep. | |
| zuò cí : Juho Paalosmaa | |
| zuò qǔ : Juho Paalosmaa | |
| the chain and the lock | |
| they' ve been leaning on the wall | |
| the tick and the tock | |
| i keep hearing when they call | |
| but who woke me up? | |
| was my life a passing dream? | |
| as soon as we stop | |
| will you follow my machine? | |
| cos we belong | |
| to their slumber and sleep | |
| from that darkness they will come. | |
| to send you up | |
| keep pulling me down | |
| and creep behind us while we run. | |
| to the void | |
| of ultima deep | |
| they will let thy kingdom come. | |
| where the song of | |
| that old clockwork had begun | |
| to run its course inside my soft machine, | |
| sleep. | |