The Gilded Margin

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust motes dance in golden beams
Waking from a thousand dreams
Between the stacks of scuffed-up leather
Holding back the autumn weather
I find a spine of forest green
The softest verse I’ve ever seen
[Chorus]
Oh, stranger from a decade past
Your ink was never meant to last
But here I trace your pencil line
Where your world starts to bloom in mine
A maple leaf, a coffee stain
Soft as late October rain
[Post-Chorus]
Just a whisper on the page
Turning gold with every age
Just a whisper on the page
Turning gold with every age
[Verse]
Page forty-two is folded down
A tiny map of London town?
No, just a sketch of winter trees
Swaying in a ghostly breeze
A crimson leaf is pressed inside
With nowhere left for it to hide
[Pre-Chorus]
You loved the way the heron flies
Underneath these paper skies
You wrote "the woods are lovely, deep"
While all the city went to sleep
[Chorus]
Oh, stranger from a decade past
Your ink was never meant to last
But here I trace your pencil line
Where your world starts to bloom in mine
A maple leaf, a coffee stain
Soft as late October rain
[Bridge]
The spinet hums a quiet tune
Beneath the ghost of afternoon
Did you sit here in this chair?
With silver ribbons in your hair?
I feel the warmth you left behind
A secret only I could find
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
The oboe sighs a low refrain
Against the window, mist and grain
You circled words like "moss" and "stone"
To show you weren't quite alone
I wonder if you ever knew
I’d find this path because of you
[Chorus]
Oh, stranger from a decade past
Your ink was never meant to last
But here I trace your pencil line
Where your world starts to bloom in mine
A maple leaf, a coffee stain
Soft as late October rain
[Post-Chorus]
Just a whisper on the page
Turning gold with every age
Just a whisper on the page
Turning gold with every age
[Outro]