[Intro – sparse piano notes, gentle cachón brush, soft upright bass pulse] [Verse 1 – female vocal, whispered, nostalgic] Yellowed edges, folded lines, a lifetime pressed between design. Fingerprints where we used to write, our secrets hidden in paper light. [Pre-Chorus – airy sax phrase, tender bass slides] The ink may fade, but never the truth, each crease a bridge back to our youth. [Chorus – layered whispers, bittersweet harmony] Faded margins, echoes remain, stories carved in the paper grain. Even as colors softly decay, I feel you here, never far away. [Verse 2 – male vocal, low and close] Library air, that dusty scent, where hours like rivers slowly went. Names we traced in borrowed time, still whisper through each fragile line. [Pre-Chorus – both voices entwined, sax sighs behind] The ink may fade, but never the truth, each crease a bridge back to our youth. [Chorus – repeated, voices a touch stronger, still hushed] Faded margins, echoes remain, stories carved in the paper grain. Even as colors softly decay, I feel you here, never far away. [Bridge – instrumental, intimate piano arpeggios with soft sax solo] [Final Chorus – almost a sigh, fading into memory] Faded margins, still they keep, the promises we made to keep. Through time’s embrace and paper’s wear, I find our story… always there. [Outro – last piano chord drifts, soft cachón and upright bass fade to silence]
