Lyric

At the edge of first light

I turned the last page slow

Dust on the binding

And a name I used to know

The ink kept its promise

In a patient, faded line

Like it waited through the night

To be read by me in time

And the room grew gold

When I spoke your name

A little tremble in the glass

A little spark in the frame

The song, the book remembers

Remember me

The song, the book remembers

It still believes

Every quiet letter

Turns to dawn for me

The song, the book remembers

And so do we

There were doors in the margins

And a stair made of rain

Little spells in the corners

For the ones who stayed in pain

I traced every symbol

With a steady, open hand

Till the dark began to soften

Like it finally understood the plan

And the room grew gold

When I spoke your name

A little tremble in the glass

A little spark in the frame

The song, the book remembers

Remember me

The song, the book remembers

It still believes

Every quiet letter

Turns to dawn for me

The song, the book remembers

And so do we

If I lost my way

You were there in the seams

Under every broken sentence

Under all my borrowed dreams

Now the final page is glowing

And the whole room seems to rise

Like a spell that learned my heartbeat

Like a future in disguise

The song, the book remembers

Remember me

The song, the book remembers

It still believes

Every quiet letter

Turns to dawn for me

The song, the book remembers

And so do we

The song, the book remembers

Hold me close

The song, the book remembers

We came home

And the morning opens gently

Like a vow set free

The song, the book remembers

And so do we