[Verse 1 – upbeat and playful] Ink on fingers, smells like home Stack of flyers on the chrome Bright ideas on paper born Before the clicks, before the swarm [Pre-Chorus – rising energy] You scroll and swipe, but can you feel The texture that the pages steal? Your grandma kept that printed smile It lasts a bit more than a while [Chorus – catchy, euphoric, singalong] Print is alive, it’s dancing in your hand Colors that sing, no need to understand Touch it, fold it, hold it tight It’s analog, but feels so right [Verse 2 – playful nostalgia] Sticker books and comic frames Posters with our childhood names A love letter in looping ink That dot matrix made us think [Pre-Chorus – variation, same melody] You tag and tap, but memories fade Unless they’re in a photo laid Cut it out and pin it proud Print can whisper, print can shout [Chorus – repeat with slight melodic twist] Print is alive, it’s dancing in your hand Colors that sing, no need to understand Touch it, fold it, hold it tight It’s analog, but feels so right [Bridge – dreamy, synth-laced] There’s magic in the page you turn In paper planes and what we learn It’s not the past, it’s not goodbye It’s how our voices amplify [Final Chorus – extra punch, clapping vibe] Print is alive, and it’s lighting up the night From street signs bold to poems light Touch it, fold it, hold it near In every print, a voice you hear
