[Verse] Whispers crawl through empty rows, Dust on spines where silence grows. Flicker of a lamp, dim and low, A story starts where no one goes. [Pre-Chorus] Pages breathe in shadows deep, Time forgot its own heartbeat. No clock to mark the slow release— I’m not here, but I’m not unseen. [Chorus] Listen… in the quiet, The books are singing you back. In the hush, the world is thin, You’re the one I heard within. Listen… in the quiet, The past is here, and so are you— No name, no time, just a sound, A ghost in the library, turned around. [Verse] Shelves curve like forgotten arms, Holding words that once had charms. A single chair, still warm with sighs, A melody lost in the lies. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes drift from pages torn, Dreams wrapped in paper, softly worn. I’m not speaking—just a tone, A breath between the lines of stone. [Chorus] Listen… in the quiet, The books are singing you back. In the hush, the world is thin, You’re the one I heard within. Listen… in the quiet, The past is here, and so are you— No name, no time, just a sound, A ghost in the library, turned around. [Bridge] Is this real or just a fade? A memory playing the shade. No one came, yet still you’re near— A signal lost, but still I hear. [Chorus] Listen… in the quiet, The books are singing you back. In the hush, the world is thin, You’re the one I heard within. Listen… in the quiet, The past is here, and so are you— No name, no time, just a sound, A ghost in the library, turned around. [Outro] Listen… In the quiet… You’re here… Always listening…