[Verse] You found me in the dust where the old pages scream, A torn cover, a name I never knew— Rain’s hammering the roof like a war in the seams, You pull me down through the silence, I’m through. [Verse] You said "these words don’t lie, they’re not made to be read," A whisper in the dark like a brand-new flame. I trace your fingers through the cracks of the creed— You’re the storm I never asked for, you’re the name I came to claim. [Pre-Chorus] No light, no map, just the spine of a lie, But your voice cuts through—like a shot in the sky. [Chorus] We’re buried in books and the thunder’s our band, Every line a wound, every page a hand. You’re the crack in the wall, you’re the fire in the rain, We don’t need a world—just this chaos, this pain, this flame. Oh, we’re alive in the ruins, hearts beat like drums, Love’s a riot, and it’s coming for us— We’re buried in books and the thunder’s our band, We’re burning our names in the silence of this land. [Pre-Chorus] No map, no peace, just the ink on your skin, You're the last word in a world gone thin. [Chorus] We’re buried in books and the thunder’s our band, Every line a wound, every page a hand. You’re the crack in the wall, you’re the fire in the rain, We don’t need a world—just this chaos, this pain, this flame. Oh, we’re alive in the ruins, hearts beat like drums, Love’s a riot, and it’s coming for us— We’re buried in books and the thunder’s our band, We’re burning our names in the silence of this land. [Bridge] The shelves groan, the world’s dead, But you scream my name like a promise, a thread— I don’t care if time tears every book in two, I’ll rewrite us in the dust, in the red, in the blue. [Chorus] We’re buried in books and the thunder’s our band, Every line a wound, every page a hand. You’re the crack in the wall, you’re the fire in the rain, We don’t need a world—just this chaos, this pain, this flame. Oh, we’re alive in the ruins, hearts beat like drums, Love’s a riot, and it’s coming for us— We’re buried in books and the thunder’s our band, We’re burning our names in the silence of this land. [Outro] (Thunder fades) No more titles… no more names… Just the ink… just the flame… Just us… Just us… (Instrumental fade-out)