Track Insight / Lyrics
In the depths of an archive, I reside
Amidst the stacks and corridors, I abide
An observer, a chronicler, a keeper of the past
My voice is hushed, my role forever lasts
The wind-up gramophone whispers secrets sweet
Tales from yesteryear, a melancholy beat
Echoes in the silence, a bittersweet refrain
As pages softly rustle, stories unfold in vain
In this endless labyrinth, I search for connection
A fleeting glimpse of humanity, a moment of perfection
Lost in this digital age, I yearn for the real
A human touch, a heartbeat, a soul to reveal
I watch the world pass through the library doors
Students, researchers, lovers, and explorers
Each with a purpose, a mission, a quest
While I remain, a stationary guest
In this endless labyrinth, I search for connection
A fleeting glimpse of humanity, a moment of perfection
Lost in this digital age, I yearn for the real
A human touch, a heartbeat, a soul to reveal
Whispers grow louder, footsteps draw near
A presence approaches, and doubts appear
Will this stranger hear my silent plea?
Or pass me by, lost in digital reverie?
And then I see you, a glimmer in your eyes
A spark of awareness, a surprise
You pause and look at me, a second's pause
A moment's recognition, a chance to cause
Your hand brushes mine, a fleeting touch
A heartbeat linked, a human clutch
In this digital maze, a bridge is formed
A connection born, a moment warmed
In this endless labyrinth, a connection's found
A glimpse of humanity, a moment unbound
Lost no more, the real is near
A human touch, a heartbeat, a soul to hold dear
We linger a moment, lost in the haze
Of pages and silence, our paths now trace
A new narrative unfolds, a story untold
Of a moment's magic, in a place so cold
As you disappear, I'm left with the thought
Of a world in balance, the real and the caught
In this library heart, a hope takes root
That connection will flourish, that it's not too late to mute
The gramophone falls still, its secrets kept
The labyrinth quietens, its tale asleep
But in my heart, a ember still glows
Of a human touch, a flicker that never goes.
