[Verse] Dusty sunlight spills across the floor, An old wooden box beneath the attic door, Labels faded, stories in each frame, Whispers of a girl I can’t quite name. [Pre-Chorus] Press play, the needle finds its way, Songs that time won’t steal away. [Chorus] And I’m holding on to a moment in the sound, Mixing memories where lost loves are found, Every track a thread in a sunlit web, Caught between the silence and what’s unsaid. [Verse] Crackling voices from another time, Sweet melodies like forgotten rhymes, Each cassette a chapter in a faded book, I trace the lines in the way they look. [Pre-Chorus] Press play, and the past comes back to stay, Echoes in the light of a gentle day. [Chorus] And I’m holding on to a moment in the sound, Mixing memories where lost loves are found, Every track a thread in a sunlit web, Caught between the silence and what’s unsaid. [Bridge] Let the music draw the curtains wide, Let me live again where those songs reside, In that attic box, where time’s asleep, I find the heart that I long to keep. [Chorus] And I’m holding on to a moment in the sound, Mixing memories where lost loves are found, Every track a thread in a sunlit web, Caught between the silence and what’s unsaid. [Outro] Dusty sunlight fading on the floor, One more song, then I’ll close the door.