Track Insight / Lyrics
Checking out secrets, dusty and rare
Jazz standards playing softly in the air
A lone cyclist parks, beneath soft glow
Abandoned wheels, a novel in tow
She navigates shelves, a architect of dreams
Stolen glances, whispers of forgotten themes
Through the stacks, she's drawn like a moth
To the poetry of shadows, lost and both
Midnight library whispers, a melody so low
Of lovers and loners, in pages do we grow
In the silence, our stories begin to unfold
In the hush, we become the books we hold
The worn leather creaks, as she tests the floor
A flickering lamp, the tale of a janitor's lore
In hidden corners, secrets remain untold
Forgotten lives, embossed on yellowed pages old
Midnight library whispers, a melody so low
Of lovers and loners, in pages do we grow
In the silence, our stories begin to unfold
In the hush, we become the books we hold
A dog-eared classic, a pressed rose between
A yellowed crime scene, with no name to glean
Each book a door, a story yet untold
In the dark of night, where midnight library tales unfold
With each opened page, a life takes flight
Stories intertwine, beneath the midsummer moonlight
Weavings of souls, in the midnight swoon
In dusty tomes, our dreams are made
An old spine cracks, as she reads of home
A baby's first steps, a forgotten prologue
In hushed reverence, she treasures every line
Of love and loss, etched on the printed shrine
Midnight library whispers, a melody so low
Of lovers and loners, in pages do we grow
In the silence, our stories begin to unfold
In the hush, we become the books we hold
The bicycle hums, as she departs once more
Cradling her find, a secret, precious lore
In the chill of dawn, the library's asleep
The midnight librarian, the stories she'll keep.
