Continuing the existential themes of A Rush of Blood to the Head, “Clocks” opens with a haunting piano melody into Chris Martin’s falsetto vocals.
The song concerns the paradox facing humanity: an obsession with time and punctuality versus a desire to savor every moment and “seize the day.” The lyr...
[Verse 1]
The lights go out, and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh, I beg, I beg and plead, singin'
Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head, and a
Trouble that can't be named
A tiger's waitin' to be tamed, singin'
[Chorus]
You are
You are
[Verse 2]
Confusion never stops
Closin' walls and tickin' clocks, gonna
Come back and take you home
I could not stop, that you now know, singin'
Come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities, am I
A part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease? Singin'
[Chorus]
You are
You are
You are
You are
[Chorus]
You are
You are
[Bridge]
And nothin' else compares
Oh, nothin' else compares
And nothin' else compares
[Chorus]
You are
You are
[Outro]
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home (You are) home, where I wanted to go
Home (You are) home, where I wanted to go
Clocks was written by Chris Martin & Will Champion & Jonny Buckland & Guy Berryman.
Clocks was produced by Will Champion & Jonny Buckland & Guy Berryman & Chris Martin & Ken Nelson.
[Phil Harvey] […] said “Listen, you should record that song "Clocks”“ ‘cause I was saying "Oh no, we’re going to save this one.” And so, quite rightly, he said “put that song on 'cause it’s good.” And that was the newest to go on, “Clocks,” that [imitates piano sounds].
—Chris Martin via a promotio...