Track Insight / Lyrics
Engine sighs, a weary drone,
Another fare, another home.
But tonight, the streets are still,
Down to the archive, against my will.
Basement stairs, a damp descent,
Smell of paper, time well spent.
Years I've watched this place decay,
Guarding stories slipped away.
Cobwebs cling to every shelf,
Secrets whispered to myself.
Dust and pages, shadows deep,
Silent wisdom while the city sleeps.
I'm the keeper of the fading light,
Holding history through the lonely night.
These paper ghosts, they need a friend,
Until the very, very end.
Old man Hemlock, bless his soul,
Built this haven, made it whole.
Said a library's a living thing,
Needs a watchman, needs a wing.
Now he's gone, and I remain,
Shielding knowledge from the rain.
Dust and pages, shadows deep,
Silent wisdom while the city sleeps.
I'm the keeper of the fading light,
Holding history through the lonely night.
These paper ghosts, they need a friend,
Until the very, very end.
Seen the lovers, lost and found,
Researchers digging in the ground.
Students searching, young and keen,
For truths forgotten, rarely seen.
Each worn volume, a whispered plea,
"Remember me, remember me."
Dust and pages, shadows deep,
Silent wisdom while the city sleeps.
I'm the keeper of the fading light,
Holding history through the lonely night.
These paper ghosts, they need a friend,
Until the very, very end.
Sometimes I read a line or two,
Lost in worlds both old and new.
Feel the weight of ages past,
Moments fleeting, meant to last.
A fragile treasure, soft and frail,
A whispered story, a hidden trail.
Dust and pages, shadows deep,
Silent wisdom while the city sleeps!
I'm the keeper of the fading light,
Holding history through the lonely night!
These paper ghosts, they need a friend,
Until the very, very end!
Engine starts, a gentle hum,
Another ride, 'til morning come.
But part of me will stay right here,
With dust and pages, year after year.
Dust and pages… softly fall…
Guarding stories, one and all.
