**Intro Leads min 6 sec.** **[Verse 1]** Up the stairs where the old boards creak, Dusty shadows, secrets I seek. Cobweb curtains, a wooden door, I haven't been up here before. An old black trunk beneath the light, Covered in dust from years of night. I turn the key, I hear a sound, Something ancient is waiting to be found. **[Pre-Chorus]** A silver key, an amber stone, A little book with pages worn. Grandpa's handwriting, faded and thin, “Some things are better left within…” **[Chorus]** ✨ **Grandpa's attic, what's up there?** Whispers dancing in the air. Old old magic, secrets remain, Calling softly through the rain. I found his world beneath the dust, A little bit of magic, a little bit of trust. Now the candles start to glow… Grandpa's attic doesn't want me to go. **[Verse 2]** A wooden box with a golden thread, A clock that ticks but has no hands. A crystal bottle, a raven's feather, Letters tied with purple leather. A tiny mirror, black as night, Shows me places out of sight. I touch the glass, the room turns blue, And suddenly I hear him say: **“Witchy… this was waiting for you.”** **[Pre-Chorus]** The old floor shakes beneath my feet, Something's moving in the walls. A little moon begins to shine, And every shadow falls in line. **[Chorus]** ✨ **Grandpa's attic, what's up there?** Whispers dancing in the air. Old old magic, secrets remain. Calling softly through the rain. I found his world beneath the dust, A little bit of magic, a little bit of trust. Now the candles start to glow… Grandpa's attic doesn't want me to go. **[Bridge]** I found a hat beneath an old black cloak, A magic wand wrapped up in smoke. A map of places I've never known, And a little wooden box with a heart of stone. Then I hear a familiar sound, Three little knocks from underground… I turn around — nobody's there. Just Grandpa's laughter in the air. **[Final Chorus]** ✨ **Grandpa's attic, now I know,** There are secrets we don't show. Every treasure, every spell, Has a story it can tell. I found his world beneath the dust, And now I know that magic's in us. The candles fade, the moon hangs low… But tomorrow night, I'm going back below. **[Outro – whispered]** *The key is mine…* *The book is open…* *And Grandpa's magic…* *is still alive.* 🕯️🌙
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