[What sap]
Dusty creak, a quiet map in the attic light
Where the corners breathe with secrets of the night
A compass yawns, circles gone astray
And a doorway tunes the silence into day
[Verse 1]
I’ve traced the coastlines of forgotten doors
Measured the dust that settles on old drawers
In a crate I whisper to the things that slept
A hidden pathway hums where the rafters kept
[Pre-Chorus]
Clocks forget their hands for just a while
As a thread of music pulls me through the aisles
[Chorus]
Through the attic’s map, I hear a distant tie
A forgotten melody begins to rise
Not in ink and line, but in a gentle light
Guiding me home by the echo of night
[Verse 2]
The attic sighs like a harbor at dawn
Charts dissolve and the past moves on
A doorway opens with a note alive and bright
A memory learned in soft, sealed quiet
[Pre-Chorus]
My hands recall the routes I used to know
But this sound is a compass of its own
[Chorus]
Through the attic’s map, I hear a distant tie
A forgotten melody begins to rise
Not in ink and line, but in a gentle light
Guiding me home by the echo of night
[Bridge]
Where shelves become islands and stairs become seas
I sail the tune to places I’ve never seen
[Chorus]
Through the attic’s map, I hear a distant tie
A forgotten melody begins to rise
Not in ink and line, but in a gentle light
Guiding me home by the echo of night
[Outro]
The cartographer folds the map with a smile
Keeps the melody close all the while
