Verse 1 The clocks had all surrendered time The corridors fell still The lamps became a scattered line Of quiet amber will The doors were locked, the keys were turned Yet footsteps softly led Through aisles where dust and silence burned In books no one had read Verse 2 You pulled a volume from the wall Where bindings looked the same And hidden hinges gave a call Too quiet to be named A passage breathed behind the shelf Where colder air was kept Like knowledge folded in itself While wiser scholars slept Pre-Chorus Your lantern traced the vaulted stone Where Latin scars remained And every word the dark had known Was waiting to be named Chorus After midnight knowledge wakes Breathing through forgotten spines Every careful silence breaks Between the printed lines Listen to the language creep From margins scholars crossed Secrets buried far too deep To measure what they cost Verse 3 The archive stairs were narrow bone Descending out of sight Where echoes spoke in borrowed tone Of candle smoke and night The titles etched in fading gold Were ones I’d never seen Philosophies too strange or old For any lecture hall or dean Bridge You said the world is built on lies Of limits drawn in chalk But truth survives where reason dies In halls where thinkers walk The brightest minds have always known The cost of seeing through That every fact the day has shown Leaves darker ones in view Final Chorus After midnight knowledge wakes Breathing through forgotten spines Every guarded scholar breaks Between the printed lines Listen to the language creep From margins scholars crossed Every truth we choose to keep Remembers what it cost
