Attic Keys

[Intro]
[Verse]
Golden light spills through the pane
Dust motes dance in silent train
Found this relic, old and deep
Secrets that the shadows keep
On a shelf, a dusty prize
Beneath the attic's sleepy skies
[Verse]
This old typewriter, keys of bone
Whispers stories I had known
Fingers trace a faded name
Igniting embers of a flame
Between the pages, pressed and thin
A clover leaf, where dreams begin
[Chorus]
Each soft click, a memory flies
Across the miles, beneath new skies
A letter penned, a childhood plea
To you, my friend, who moved from me
Lukewarm chamomile in a chipped mug's hold
A story waiting to unfold
[Verse]
The floorboards creak a gentle sigh
As cricket hums drift from on high
Through cracked roof slates, a lullaby
Beneath the fading, amber eye
Of setting sun, a tender hue
Reminds me of the days with you
[Verse]
Ink smudges on the yellowed sheet
A conversation, bittersweet
No grand pronouncements, no deep sorrow
Just quiet thanks for each tomorrow
That we once shared, so pure and true
In everything we used to do
[Chorus]
Each soft click, a memory flies
Across the miles, beneath new skies
A letter penned, a childhood plea
To you, my friend, who moved from me
Lukewarm chamomile in a chipped mug's hold
A story waiting to unfold
[Bridge]
This quiet room, a sacred space
Time slows its hurried, frantic pace
Unspoken words begin to bloom
Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom
A gentle warmth, a whispered prayer
Carried on the dusty air
[Verse]
The keys still stick, a little rough
But paper takes this tender stuff
A half-formed thought, a simple phrase
Lost in the passing of the days
But here it is, in black and white
Bathed in this fading, golden light
[Chorus]
Each soft click, a memory flies
Across the miles, beneath new skies
A letter penned, a childhood plea
To you, my friend, who moved from me
Lukewarm chamomile in a chipped mug's hold
A story waiting to unfold
[Outro]