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[Intro] [Verse] Dust motes dance in the morning light Steam on the beam, the vibe is right Cracking the spine, a design so fine Faint hint of mint on a vintage print Old man Jenkins walks through the door Searching for peace on the bottom floor He skims the theology, looking for why With a heavy heart and a clouded eye He touches the leather, feels the grain A quiet shelter from the pouring rain He finds a note in the back of the book Giving the past a second look [Hook] Lives in the margins, ink on the page Wisdom of youth and the grief of age We trade in the secrets that people keep City stays quiet, fast asleep Flip through the chapters, find what you lost Counting the pages and weighing the cost [Verse] Found a dried rose in a book of Keats Pressed between stanzas of bitter sweets A ticket stub from a '94 show To a girl whose name I’ll never know The college kid with the frantic pen Underlining 'truth' again and again He’s building a world in a narrow aisle Hiding his fear with a crooked smile He drops a receipt for a lonely meal Checking the pulse, how he feel Smudged ink from a tear that fell A story that he will never tell [Hook] Lives in the margins, ink on the page Wisdom of youth and the grief of age We trade in the secrets that people keep City stays quiet, fast asleep Flip through the chapters, find what you lost Counting the pages and weighing the cost [Bridge] Paperback dreams and hardcover lies Seen through the lens of a thousand eyes The ink might fade but the spirit stays Lost in the labyrinth, caught in the haze [Verse] I’m the curator of the unspoken Mending the bindings of the broken A woman comes in for a cookbook find Leaving her sorrows and stress behind She breathes in the paper, the glue, the wood Understanding life like she never could We’re all just a draft in a cosmic stack Once you go deep, there’s no turning back The shelves are whispering secrets now Wiping the sweat from a weary brow Each volume carries a soul inside Nowhere for the ghosts to hide [Hook] Lives in the margins, ink on the page Wisdom of youth and the grief of age We trade in the secrets that people keep City stays quiet, fast asleep Flip through the chapters, find what you lost Counting the pages and weighing the cost [Outro]
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