[Intro]
Dust motes drift in the lamplight, patient and slow.
[Verse 1]
In the quiet stacks I guard a secret dream,
the librarian's heart tucked beneath a cardigan seam.
I crave a parade of bookworms marching through the aisles,
where stories swell and shy eyes light up with smiles.
[Pre-Chorus]
If I step out from behind the desk at last,
maybe a reader will pause and meet my gaze.
[Chorus]
A chapter for my heart!
Let the bookworms dance along the aisles.
One special reader, notice me, right here.
Turn the quiet into a chorus we all hear.
[Verse 2]
I practice brave lines between the catalog and the shelf,
ribboned notes tucked in margins for your eyes to find.
Lead me out of the stacks, through the crowd of spines,
where you’ll be the spark I’ve waited to bind.
[Pre-Chorus]
If your footsteps slow, I’ll lift my banner high,
the library becomes a stage for you and I.
[Chorus]
A chapter for my heart!
Let the bookworms dance along the aisles.
One special reader, notice me, right here.
Turn the quiet into a chorus we all hear.
[Bridge]
Banners of bookmarks whirl like lanterns in a night,
the crowds of chapters twirl and glow.
I’ll trade the desk for drums and take flight,
when you finally walk and read me slow.
[Chorus]
A chapter for my heart!
Let the bookworms dance along the aisles.
One special reader, notice me, right here.
Turn the quiet into a chorus we all hear.
[Outro]
The stacks sigh open as your eyes find mine at last.
