Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Dust motes dance in golden beams Waking from their wooden dreams The attic holds a heavy scent Of every letter never sent I find the chest of cherry wood And stand exactly where she stood [Pre-Chorus] Floorboards creak a low refrain Against the rhythm of the rain A silver key within my palm Breaks the attic’s dusty calm [Chorus] Oh, the lace is thin as air Like a ghost of what was there Faded ink on yellowed pages Love that lived through quiet ages I fold the fan and feel the beat Of a heart that’s bittersweet [Post-Chorus] The silk is soft and cold A story left untold The secrets that we hold [Verse] I touch the ivory and the bone A melody she played alone The harp strings hum a hollow sound Lost within the things she found A dried carnation, brittle red Words the living never said [Pre-Chorus] Shadows stretch across the floor Closing up the heavy door One more look at what remains Through the dusty window panes [Chorus] Oh, the lace is thin as air Like a ghost of what was there Faded ink on yellowed pages Love that lived through quiet ages I fold the fan and feel the beat Of a heart that’s bittersweet [Bridge] She didn't need a grand parade To prove the promises she made A quiet life, a steady hand Grains of time like desert sand The oboe sighs a lonely note A lump is rising in my throat [Verse] I wrap the shawl around my frame And whisper out her maiden name The sun is sinking in the west Putting all the ghosts to rest The lace fan closes with a click Burning like a candle wick [Chorus] Oh, the lace is thin as air Like a ghost of what was there Faded ink on yellowed pages Love that lived through quiet ages I fold the fan and feel the beat Of a heart that’s bittersweet [Post-Chorus] The silk is soft and cold A story left untold The secrets that we hold [Outro]
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