Track Insight / Lyrics
In a musty corner of a forgotten place
Dusty tomes whisper secrets of bygone days
Their gold-edged pages creak like floorboards underfoot
As I descend, the silence drips like honey sweet
Here I'll find my true north, where stories roam
These lost chapters are my home
In every volume, lines that only I can read
The words that make my heart beat
Through narrow aisles of parchment resignation
I wander, tracing fingers on worn leather's skin
Glassy-eyed portraits of strangers, frozen forever now
Time and space a canvas, thoughts and stories somehow
Here I'll find my true north, where stories roam
These lost chapters are my home
In every volume, lines that only I can read
The words that make my heart beat
The scent of old paper, mold, and knowing ink
It's where I come to dance with shadows and think
Of roads untaken, paths that bend or fade to dust
Yet in these pages, lives never truly rust
In every era's tales, threads of mine entwine
A patchwork quilt of moments, lives that were mine to design
Though strangers now, their journeys are my own
Echoes of a truth that's never truly unknown
Here I'll find my true north, where stories roam
These lost chapters are my home
In every volume, lines that only I can read
The words that make my heart beat
So I'll roam these shelves, a lighthouse in the dark
Guided by the light of stories left to embark
In every line, a lifeline's thrown to me
These ancient tales, a choral symphony
Here I'll find my true north, where stories roam
These lost chapters are my home
In every volume, lines that only I can read
The words that make my heart beat
Harpsichord arpeggios, gentle flute fade out
