歌词
[Intro] [Verse] The air smells like vanilla Under a paper umbrella Dust on the wooden floor I don't go there much anymore But the 821 shelf stays Lost in a golden haze Fingerprints on the side Where the secrets used to hide [Verse] Cracked leather under my thumb Waiting for the words to come I used to tuck a page inside With nowhere left to hide Scrawled lines in messy blue Hoping they would get to you Between the Yeats and the Keats In the quiet back-row seats [Chorus] I stopped leaving notes in the back Hidden in a spine that's cracked Faded blue ink on my skin Wondering where you have been We used to share the same rhyme In a different space and time Now the paper just feels old And the stories have been told [Post-Chorus] Just a ghost in the stack Never looking back Soft light on the floor I don't do that anymore [Verse] You had a way with the margins Where the heavy thought begins I’d see your pencil marks there Like a ghost in the air We were talking through the ink Closer than you'd ever think Two strangers on the same trail Leaving a paper-thin veil [Chorus] I stopped leaving notes in the back Hidden in a spine that's cracked Faded blue ink on my skin Wondering where you have been We used to share the same rhyme In a different space and time Now the paper just feels old And the stories have been told [Bridge] The town feels smaller today In a bittersweet kind of way I’ve outgrown the secret code On this familiar quiet road But I still touch the binding To see what I am finding It’s not sadness, it’s just growth Something heavy for us both [Breakdown] Soft breath Old paper Ink turns to vapor [Chorus] I stopped leaving notes in the back Hidden in a spine that's cracked Faded blue ink on my skin Wondering where you have been We used to share the same rhyme In a different space and time Now the paper just feels old And the stories have been told [Post-Chorus] Just a ghost in the stack Never looking back Soft light on the floor I don't do that anymore [Outro]
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