Click Clack Symphony. – clean

Click Clack Symphony.

RAYE, THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE., 2026

Writers: RAYE, HNDRC, Mike Sabath, Hans Zimmer, Russell Emanuel, Billy Ray Fingers

Producers: RAYE, Hans Zimmer, Mike Sabath

Label: Human Re-Sources

Chords.

Did you know the odds to be born on this Earth’s one in four hundred trillion?

I conquered those odds yet I can’t conquer leaving this house.

I eat, sleep, scroll, and work but there has to be more than just merely existing.

In fact, I was thinking there’s not enough time in the world to unleash me

and this feeling fiends for some feminine healing

by that, I mean

I call my girls and said, “SOS, pick a dress,

pick a time and an address

for we are going out tonight.”

Send the call out, send the call out,

callin’ all my baddest women, it’s about to go down.

Click-click-click clack symphony, I need that.

Click-click-click clack symphony, I love the sound of it.

Who let the girls out? I did, I did, darling.

She’s empowered by the sound of us marching.

Her legs are hurting but her voice is still roaring.

And this sound reminds me that it’s going to be alright.

And I never could have guessed I started my morning in tears,

got a great waterproof mascara I can recommend.

I should try my luck in Hollywood and find some auditions

because the way I fake this smile could pay the mortgage and the rent.

I climb into my lonely throne before my TV,

I feel alone, I feel like no one really needs me.

So thank you, Carly, for having a sixth sense

and for calling to remind me.

We don’t settle for emptiness on a Friday night.

I need a pep talk,

I need a hug, I need a dance floor.

I got one little life, I need to get out the house more

and really start living it.

Heavy is the burdens that are weighing on me.

I will lay them down under some pink and blue lights.

Call my girls and said, “SOS, pick a dress,

pick a time and an address

for we are going out tonight.”

Send the call out, send the call out,

callin’ all my baddest women, it’s about to go down.

Click-click-click clack symphony, I need that.

Click-click-click clack symphony, I love the sound of it.

Who let the girls out? I did, I did, darling.

She’s empowered by the sound of us marching.

Her legs are hurting but her voice is still roaring.

And this sound reminds me that it’s going to be alright.

Jim-Jimmy Choo, it’s time to open up the closet,

it’s a sad sight to see Manolo Blahnik gather cobwebs.

Why I’m like an alien in every dress I try,

sigh, let me turn my music louder and pretend it’s fine.

Everything that’s hurt me, left and gave up on me,

am I just the product of everything that was done to me?

Run to me, come to me, someone bring the sun to me,

I can see the glimmer of the girl, who once, believed.

(she just needs, just needs)

She needs a pep talk,

she needs a hug, she needs a dance floor.

She’s got one little life, she needs to get out the house more

and try and start living it.

Heavy is the burdens that are weighing on me. (me)

I will lay them down under some pink and blue lights. (pink and blue lights)

Call my girls and said, “SOS, pick a dress,

pick a time and an address

for we are going out tonight.”

Send the call out, send the call out,

callin’ all my baddest women, it’s about to go down.

Click-click-click clack symphony, I need that.

Click-click-click clack symphony, I love the sound of it.

Who let the girls out? I did, I did, darling.

She’s empowered by the sound of us marching.

Her legs are hurting but her voice is still roaring.

And this sound reminds me that it’s going to be alright.

Though this season of her life had been cold, lonely and tough,

though she slipped back into a darkness she had hoped by now to have overcome,

she had learned a beautiful lesson

and she kissed her girls goodbye and thanked them for getting her out the house.

That maybe, everything was going to be

Alright… and even if only for a moment,

everything is going to be alright.

Yeh, it’s going to be alright,

going to be alright.

Send the call out, send the call out,

callin’ all my baddest women, it’s about to go down.

Click-click-click clack symphony, I need that.

Click-click-click clack symphony, I love the sound of it.

Who let the girls out? I did, I did, darling.

She’s empowered by the sound of us marching.

Her legs are hurting but her voice is still roaring.

And this sound reminds me that it’s going to be alright.

Then she put her headphones in

and there she danced under the weight of her clouds.

But for the first time in a long time

she believed that one day, she would again feel the sun.

She must be patient,

she must have faith in the seeds that are planted beneath the snow,

she must hold on, and she must let go.

She’ll be alright,

no riding, shining, armored knight,

she will save herself this time.

And in fact tonight, she did confirm

the cold never lasts, my darling –

it just teaches the heart, how, to burn.