[Verse] Pages worn and yellowed thin, Hidden deep where shadows lean, A faded face with gentle grin, Whispers soft from times unseen. [Pre-Chorus] Dusty light through stained glass falls, Treasures found in silent halls. [Chorus] Hold the past inside your hand, Like a song from distant lands, Echoes soft, they drift and land, A faded photograph. Hold the moments, let them stay, In the folds of yesterday, Whispers in the light of day, A faded photograph. [Verse] Cracked and curled along the edge, Notes of faith and voices low, Carried through the old church hedge, Stories only time could show. [Pre-Chorus] Veins of paper, lines of years, Calling out through dust and tears. [Chorus] Hold the past inside your hand, Like a song from distant lands, Echoes soft, they drift and land, A faded photograph. Hold the moments, let them stay, In the folds of yesterday, Whispers in the light of day, A faded photograph. [Bridge] In the quiet, hear it call, Faces framed in sepia’s fall, Timeless tales behind the glass, Silent moments built to last. [Chorus] Hold the past inside your hand, Like a song from distant lands, Echoes soft, they drift and land, A faded photograph. Hold the moments, let them stay, In the folds of yesterday, Whispers in the light of day, A faded photograph. [Outro] Whispers in the light of day, A faded photograph.