Track Insight / Lyrics
Anchored beside the archive, I've seen it all
Faded pages whispering tales long past recall
Dust motes swirl in sunbeams as sea winds moan
I lug boxes to the shelves, my footsteps echoing tone
Lost in bookshelves deep, a strange kind of peace
Hours drift into the night, my anchor and release
Every spined and leather bound friend, I'll be their friend
As I steer them to their places, until my watch ends
Polished oak and navigation lights, humming all night long
A hushed library heartbeat, where stories come to belong
No harbor as quiet as this, where tales sleep in the dark
My tugboat, my stacks of strangers, my sanctuary, my spark
The original journals creak, their handwritten tales unfold
Names and dates, the secrets kept, as I sort and I hold
Bumping on the rickety stair, book cart wheels squeak and groan
In this basement of outcasts, I find a home
Lost in bookshelves deep, a strange kind of peace
Hours drift into the night, my anchor and release
Every spined and leather bound friend, I'll be their friend
As I steer them to their places, until my watch ends
Polished oak and navigation lights, humming all night long
A hushed library heartbeat, where stories come to belong
No harbor as quiet as this, where tales sleep in the dark
My tugboat, my stacks of strangers, my sanctuary, my spark
Only the occasional creak, a pipe vent's sigh
In the stillness, the books' sigh
In the flicker of the lights, a brief glimpse of pride
Keeping the stories safe, as I quietly glide
Polished oak and navigation lights, humming all night long
A hushed library heartbeat, where stories come to belong
No harbor as quiet as this, where tales sleep in the dark
My tugboat, my stacks of strangers, my sanctuary, my spark
Sunlight creeps through the skylight, as dawn approaches slow
I'll set course for the break of day
The books and I grew close, till the morning light
Anchored in the pages, our tales take flight
