
PAPER CLOCKS
Distorted, witch house, disco, phonk, goth, groovy, glitchy, Techno, disco, phonk, goth, groovy, dream pop, epic, chill, low pitch female , chillwave

PAPER CLOCKS
Distorted, witch house, disco, phonk, goth, groovy, glitchy, Techno, disco, phonk, goth, groovy, dream pop, epic, chill, low pitch female , chillwave
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Mirror flash, the floor is wet,
Smoke and glitter, no regrets.
You said time was just a thread—
Now I’m dancing with the dead.
Heartbeat tangled in the bass,
Can’t remember your face.
But every drop, I feel the sting—
Of clocks that lost their meaning.
♪
(Hook)
Tick—tick—don’t look back,
We’re ghosts in black,
Hearts off track.
Tick—tick—feel the bite,
Your name still hurts
In neon light.
Tick—tick—play it loud,
Forget my name
Inside this crowd.
Tick—tick—no rewind—
But I still see you
In my mind.
♪
(Verse 2)
Lips like lies and flashing screens,
You were never what you seemed.
I left your voice inside the bass—
But it follows every place.
Rhythm cracked beneath my skin,
I breathe you out, then pull you in.
The crowd is loud, the beat is sharp—
But I still dance
Around your mark.
♪
(Hook)
Tick—tick—don’t look back,
We’re ghosts in black,
Hearts off track.
Tick—tick—feel the bite,
Your name still hurts
In neon light.
♪
(Outro)
When morning comes and lights are cruel,
I’ll still be stuck inside your rule.
But in the dark, I play pretend—
That time won’t haunt me
In the end.
♪ ♪ ♪
