[Verse] Dusty light through slanted beams, Old cardboard with forgotten dreams, Faded scribbles, worn-out stains, Mixtapes wrapped in windowpane. [Pre-Chorus] Every crack and crease can tell, Little stories that we’re held, In the quiet, I rewind— Pieces of the past I find. [Chorus] Spin it up, that tape’s still clear, Songs we loved like they’re right here, Ticket stubs from nights we’d roam, Wrapped inside this attic home. Spin it up, and I swear I hear, Whispers soft and memories near, Every note a sweet hello, In the box where time won’t go. [Verse] Coffee stains and scribbled lines, Echoes from those simpler times, Cracking vinyl on a Sunday night, Faded vinyl, flickering light. [Pre-Chorus] Every crack and crease can tell, Little stories that we’re held, In the quiet, I rewind— Pieces of the past I find. [Chorus] Spin it up, that tape’s still clear, Songs we loved like they’re right here, Ticket stubs from nights we’d roam, Wrapped inside this attic home. Spin it up, and I swear I hear, Whispers soft and memories near, Every note a sweet hello, In the box where time won’t go. [Bridge] And when the world outside feels cold, I climb back in this dusty hold, A little warmth in cardboard dreams, A secret place so close, it seems. [Chorus] Spin it up, that tape’s still clear, Songs we loved like they’re right here, Ticket stubs from nights we’d roam, Wrapped inside this attic home. Spin it up, and I swear I hear, Whispers soft and memories near, Every note a sweet hello, In the box where time won’t go. [Outro] In the box where time won’t go, Keep it close, don’t let it go.