Lyric

I found the door in the fern

Half-buried under rain

A brass knob cold as winter

A name worn down by time

Inside, the shelves were sleeping

In a hush of dusty green

And every book had moss on it

Like it had learned to dream

I brushed the leaves aside

And heard a paper sigh

A little gold key twirled

In the corner of my eye

The lantern glow went soft

The cobwebs turned to lace

And something in that silence

Made a room of my face

Library under the moss

Keep my secrets close

Library under the moss

Where the quiet grows

Turn the page for me

Let the old words cross

Library under the moss

I’m yours, I’m yours

There was a fox in the index

A moon in the atlas line

Tiny script in violet

And a map of blackberry vines

The chairs were carved with lilies

The floorboards knew my tread

I read a spell for thawing

And a bluebell rose instead

The clarinet came round

Like smoke through sugar air

The celesta shook a little

Like a bracelet on the stair

I leaned into the spellbook

And the spellbook leaned to me

As if the forest had a heartbeat

I was meant to hear

Library under the moss

Keep my secrets close

Library under the moss

Where the quiet grows

Turn the page for me

Let the old words cross

Library under the moss

I’m yours, I’m yours

If I leave, I’ll leave a ribbon

At the hinge of every shelf

So you’ll know I was here

And knew myself

But if the rain keeps calling

I may stay till morning’s gloss

Learning all your names by heart

In the library under the moss

Library under the moss

Keep my secrets close

Library under the moss

Where the quiet grows

Turn the page for me

Let the old words cross

Library under the moss

I’m yours, I’m yours