The Library of Unwritten Hours by Glenys the Faerie

(The Library of Unwritten Hours)
(Dreamscapes — Track IV)

(Verse 1)
A book fell up beside me from the shadows on the floor,
Its pages breathing softly like they’d waited here before.
The shelves turned slow in circles, rearranging with a sigh,
And the lanterns drifted downward just to cast their light on high.

(Pre‑Chorus)
A quiet pulse of silver gathered somewhere in the room,
And the minutes fluttered past me like a soft, unfinished tune.

(Chorus)
In the Library of Hours that the world forgot to write,
Where the clocks drip glowing ink and time dissolves into the night,
Every story that I never lived is whispering in the air,
And the books fall upward gently into shelves that weren’t there.

(Verse 2)
A staircase rose to meet me though I never took a step,
And the corridors bent inward like they held a secret kept.
A doorway opened sideways into moments made of rain,
And the words inside a closed book spelled a memory I’d not claimed.

(Pre‑Chorus)
A hush of unborn futures brushed its fingers through my hair,
And the echo of a heartbeat came from hours I didn’t wear.

(Bridge)
Time folded like a ribbon in a wind that wasn’t real,
And a lantern made of yesterday lit things I couldn’t feel.
A book of almost‑choices opened softly at my side,
Showing versions of a life that drifted past but never tried.

(Breakdown — soft, intimate)
Cold light trembling in the hollow of the room,
Something in the silence asking why I never bloomed.

(Final Chorus)
In the Library of Hours that the world forgot to write,
Where the shadows turn to pages and the dawn becomes the night,
Let the stories I abandoned fall like silver through the air,
As the books rise up around me into shelves that weren’t there.

(Outro)
A single page glimmering like frost against the dark,
And the hours I never lived drift away without a mark.

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(The Library of Unwritten Hours) (Dreamscapes — Track IV) (Verse 1) A book fell up beside me from the shadows on the floor, Its pages breathing softly like they’d waited here before. The shelves turned slow in circles, rearranging with a sigh, And the lanterns drifted downward just to cast their light on high. (Pre‑Chorus) A quiet pulse of silver gathered somewhere in the room, And the minutes fluttered past me like a soft, unfinished tune. (Chorus) In the Library of Hours that the world forgot to write, Where the clocks drip glowing ink and time dissolves into the night, Every story that I never lived is whispering in the air, And the books fall upward gently into shelves that weren’t there. (Verse 2) A staircase rose to meet me though I never took a step, And the corridors bent inward like they held a secret kept. A doorway opened sideways into moments made of rain, And the words inside a closed book spelled a memory I’d not claimed. (Pre‑Chorus) A hush of unborn futures brushed its fingers through my hair, And the echo of a heartbeat came from hours I didn’t wear. (Chorus) In the Library of Hours that the world forgot to write, Where the clocks drip glowing ink and time dissolves into the night, Every story that I never lived is whispering in the air, And the books fall upward gently into shelves that weren’t there. (Bridge) Time folded like a ribbon in a wind that wasn’t real, And a lantern made of yesterday lit things I couldn’t feel. A book of almost‑choices opened softly at my side, Showing versions of a life that drifted past but never tried. (Breakdown — soft, intimate) Cold light trembling in the hollow of the room, Something in the silence asking why I never bloomed. (Final Chorus) In the Library of Hours that the world forgot to write, Where the shadows turn to pages and the dawn becomes the night, Let the stories I abandoned fall like silver through the air, As the books rise up around me into shelves that weren’t there. (Outro) A single page glimmering like frost against the dark, And the hours I never lived drift away without a mark.

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