[Verse] Silent light on the floor, A shadow where the book lies, Breath like a thread through the air, Time folds in the quiet there. [Pre-Chorus] Wind still, no one to name, Pages dream in their frame, Every turn a whisper, Lost in the hush of a sleeping flame. [Chorus] Turn, turn, turn the pages of the night, Soft as a thought, almost out of sight. In the pause between the words, I hear you breathing, still, so near. Turn, turn, turn, the pages glow, A story I’ve never known—but I know. [Verse] Dusty light on the spine, Time slows in the margins, A word, a name, a line, Still warm from the last hand’s graces. [Pre-Chorus] Wind still, no one to name, Pages dream in their frame, Every turn a whisper, Lost in the hush of a sleeping flame. [Chorus] Turn, turn, turn the pages of the night, Soft as a thought, almost out of sight. In the pause between the words, I hear you breathing, still, so near. Turn, turn, turn, the pages glow, A story I’ve never known—but I know. [Bridge] No one reads, yet words remain, Waiting for a breath to name. This house is soft with memory, And every line is a half-remembered name. [Chorus] Turn, turn, turn the pages of the night, Soft as a thought, almost out of sight. In the pause between the words, I hear you breathing, still, so near. Turn, turn, turn, the pages glow, A story I’ve never known—but I know. [Outro] Turn… turn… Pages dream… Just… Turn…