[Intro] Shadows breathe across the room, Paper whispers in the gloom. Ink-dust drifting through the air, Time unfolds its quiet stare. [Verse 1] Gentle strokes begin to climb, Marking mountains lost in time. Compass ticking steady beat, Maps awake beneath the heat. [Pre-Chorus] Ink drops tremble, fall, align, Threads of worlds begin to shine. Every curve and every bend Shows where journeys start and end. [Chorus] Chaos rises, then it fades, Order blooms from scattered shades. Lines connect in flowing rhyme, Earth revealed in sepia time. Lamplight draws the world in place, Frame by frame, a breathing space. [Verse 2] Night grows heavy on the glass, Moments slow as hours pass. Mechanisms hum their last, Echoes of a working past. [Bridge] Silence hums in amber light, Holding still the fading night. One small spark of thought remains, Drifting soft through paper grains. [Outro] Lines fall quiet, work is done, Ink has set — the world’s begun. Lamp burns low, the edges shine, One hand, one lamp, one final line.
