[Verse] Sunlight through the canvas shades, a gentle morning haze Dusty crates and whispered tales, in every worn-out page One man’s past, another’s song, spinning vinyl all day long Fingers trace the faded lines of memories gone wrong [Pre-Chorus] Footsteps slow, hearts unwind Lost in treasures left behind [Chorus] At the weekend flea market, where the moments freeze Mismatched records playing our unearthed melodies Every scratch and crack tells a story so fine Spinning dreams on turntables, lost in time [Verse] Coffee cups and rusty frames, secrets in the light Colors bleed on canvas dreams, shadows soft and bright A crooked smile, a perfect groove, the needle finds the truth In corners where the past still moves, I search for something smooth [Pre-Chorus] Footsteps slow, hearts unwind Lost in treasures left behind [Chorus] At the weekend flea market, where the moments freeze Mismatched records playing our unearthed melodies Every scratch and crack tells a story so fine Spinning dreams on turntables, lost in time [Bridge] And when the sun dips low, the stories still flow In the quiet hum of these old streets, I’m home Echoes in the breeze remind me to believe In the magic of the finds we keep [Chorus] At the weekend flea market, where the moments freeze Mismatched records playing our unearthed melodies Every scratch and crack tells a story so fine Spinning dreams on turntables, lost in time [Chorus] At the weekend flea market, where the moments freeze Mismatched records playing our unearthed melodies Every scratch and crack tells a story so fine Spinning dreams on turntables, lost in time [Outro] Lost in time, yeah, lost in time Spinning dreams on turntables, lost in time