Rows of books in the pale moonlight
Quiet corner, feels so right
Turning pages, soft and slow
Stories waiting, where do I go?
In this late night bookstore, safe and sound
Worlds unfold without a sound
Lost between the lines I read
Planting quiet thoughts like seed
Smell of paper, old and deep
Promises the stories keep
Just the gentle hum of night
Everything feels calm and bright
In this late night bookstore, safe and sound
Worlds unfold without a sound
Lost between the lines I read
Planting quiet thoughts like seed
So many lives upon the shelf
Finding pieces of myself
In the silence, I can hear
Whispers fading... drawing near...
Closing time... but staying here...
Quiet corner, feels so right
Turning pages, soft and slow
Stories waiting, where do I go?
In this late night bookstore, safe and sound
Worlds unfold without a sound
Lost between the lines I read
Planting quiet thoughts like seed
Smell of paper, old and deep
Promises the stories keep
Just the gentle hum of night
Everything feels calm and bright
In this late night bookstore, safe and sound
Worlds unfold without a sound
Lost between the lines I read
Planting quiet thoughts like seed
So many lives upon the shelf
Finding pieces of myself
In the silence, I can hear
Whispers fading... drawing near...
Closing time... but staying here...