[Verse] In the attic’s quiet hush, beneath the settling beams, Lies a trunk of fading postcards, and the weight of old dreams. Handwritten lines with edges worn, colors dulled by time, Every note a whisper soft, a sorrow and a rhyme. [Pre-Chorus] We trace the dates and worn-out stamps, A journey sunk in memories’ hands. [Chorus] Hold me in the silence, where the past still speaks, In the corners of lost stories, the heart quietly seeks. Through the dust and the longing, through the tears we won’t show, In that attic trunk of postcards, we find the love we know. [Verse] Letters tied with faded twine, voices from afar, Echoes of a yesterday beneath the attic star. We fold our grief in gentle chords, let the stories breathe, Two souls intertwined in song, with all the ache they bequeath. [Pre-Chorus] We trace the dates and worn-out stamps, A journey sunk in memories’ hands. [Chorus] Hold me in the silence, where the past still speaks, In the corners of lost stories, the heart quietly seeks. Through the dust and the longing, through the tears we won’t show, In that attic trunk of postcards, we find the love we know. [Bridge] Between the lines, between the years, A tender voice that calms our fears. We keep the pain, we keep the light, Holding close what hides from sight. [Chorus] Hold me in the silence, where the past still speaks, In the corners of lost stories, the heart quietly seeks. Through the dust and the longing, through the tears we won’t show, In that attic trunk of postcards, we find the love we know. [Outro] In the attic’s quiet hush, we softly close the lid, With every whispered memory, the heart is gently hid.