Track Insight / Lyrics
Gleaming aisles, flickering lights
A midnight solace, all quiet nights
He stakes his claim on any spot
Guarding treasures, the urban plot
Furry and worn, his eyes keep watch
From worn chair cushions, he surveys the lunch
Rustling pages, the scent of old dreams
A loyal guardian in the literary seams
Bookstore boy, a sentinel serene
Beneath the awning, where the city's scene
Unfolds in whispers, neon hues ablaze
He holds the fort, in this nighttime maze
Shadows dance upon the bookshelf spines
A midnight breeze stirs the fallen lines
His quiet vigil, through every passing hour
A steadfast heartbeat, like a melody of power
Bookstore boy, a sentinel serene
Beneath the awning, where the city's scene
Unfolds in whispers, neon hues ablaze
He holds the fort, in this nighttime maze
The last commuters depart, the store grows still
He curls up tight, his ears for a distant thrill
Any sound might mean someone's returning
His loyalty, an endless, patient yearning
The first light gleams, as morning's mist ascends
He stretches, yawns, and shakes off lingering ends
Of a peaceful night, where stories reigned
And the bookstore boy held his watch unwaivered
With a twitch of his tail
he stakes his claim once more
Brimming shelves his kingdom, the city his galore
A nocturnal prince, a poet of the night
Forever watching, under the bookstore's light
Bookstore boy, a sentinel serene
Beneath the awning, where the city's scene
Unfolds in whispers, neon hues ablaze
He holds the fort, in this nighttime maze
Gleaming aisles, flickering lights
A midnight solace, all new delight
He curls up tight, a furrowed smile
Guarding tales, in the bookstore's while.
