Track Insight / Lyrics
Scattered on the floor, pages turned aside
Shadows grow and shrink, like dappled summer pride
In the glint of tools, dusty secrets abound
A cat's gotta keep watch where the author's profound
Faded lines linger in my sight
Echoes of tales that once took flight
Whispers weave a tapestry so fine
In this room where stories intertwine
I wander through the whispering night
Among the half-finished, imperfect light
A poet's presence, though long gone, still thrives
Through every creaking board, every drafting of surviving lines
A forgotten style guides my every pace
Crouched in corners, I feel the author's face
His sweat and sorrow, love and dreams unfurl
The ghosts of narratives unspun, uncurl
Faded lines linger in my sight
Echoes of tales that once took flight
Whispers weave a tapestry so fine
In this room where stories intertwine
I wander through the whispering night
Among the half-finished, imperfect light
A poet's presence, though long gone, still thrives
Through every creaking board, every drafting of surviving lines
Paw by paw, I tread the author's path
Where imaginations birth and death entwined at last
I witness fragments of his inner strife
And the wonders that rise from scribbled scrawl of life
Moonlight creeps through lacy panes of glass
A silver glow that paints this sacred space to pass
In the stillness, the poet's breath renews
As I remember, and his stories imbue
I wander through the whispering night
Among the half-finished, imperfect light
A poet's presence, though long gone, still thrives
Through every creaking board, every drafting of surviving lines
Now the first rays of dawn encroach the room
Recalling the tales, and the words left unroofed
As the house awakens, the workshop grows still
But in my heart, the stories forever will.
