The Clock from Museum EP by Tejas

Isn't it nature?
Apparent that we are all bound to fall,
Inside the makers,
Vision to work within the walls

It's our job to question,
To balance out everything we've lost
The river is resting,
Can we ever break it from the course?

Wind back the clock,
Don’t even ask me,
How much of it wasn't real?

Take back the mask,
That legacy passed on,
Somebody tell me what to feel

I cannot lie,
Is everything buried inside me?
I cannot hide,
Is everything buried inside me?

We ask of the living,
To put all to bed what we've had enough
Now this apparition,
Is it still a dream when I've woken up?

Wind back the clock,
Don’t even ask me,
How much of it wasn't real?

Take back the mask,
That legacy passed on,
Somebody tell me what to feel

I cannot lie,
Is everything buried inside me?
I cannot hide,
Is everything buried inside me?

I cannot lie,
Is everything buried inside me?
I cannot hide,
Is everything buried inside me?

Wind back the clock,
Don’t even ask me,
How much of it wasn't real?

Take back the mask,
That legacy passed on,
Somebody tell me what to feel

I cannot lie,
Is everything buried inside me?
I cannot hide,
Is everything buried inside me?

• Pop
• Rock
• singer-songwriter
• Mumbai