
Tekst
Verse
Found a notebook in a dusty box
Tucked away behind the heavy locks
Tracing lines from a younger hand
A script I barely understand
The curves are wild and the ink is blue
Chorus
Oh, the ghost in the pen
Writing things I won't say again
A rhythm lost in a faded trace
Searching for a younger face
Just ink and echoes in this space
Verse
Dates and dreams on a yellowed page
Capturing a different age
The way I looped a certain letter
Thinking life would only get better
A steady pulse in a messy flow
Chorus
Oh, the ghost in the pen
Writing things I won't say again
A rhythm lost in a faded trace
Searching for a younger face
Just ink and echoes in this space
Bridge
Time is a thief but the marks remain
A quiet joy and a soft refrain
I’m reading back to the soul I knew
Before the world changed the view
Chorus
Oh, the ghost in the pen
Writing things I won't say again
A rhythm lost in a faded trace
Searching for a younger face
Just ink and echoes in this space
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