Lyric

Velvet letters in a box of dreams

Still smell like midnight and tangerine

Your words, they echo in the seams

Of who we were and might’ve been

Each line a kiss I used to know

Whispers from a time ago

I read them when the rain begins

Your cursive love, like violin

Soft and slow, the ink still bleeds

With every page, my heart concedes

You wrote of stars and stolen nights

Of holding hands in city lights

Now all I hold is paper thin

But I still feel you in the wind

Velvet letters in a box of dreams

Still smell like midnight and tangerine

Your words, they echo in the seams

Of who we were and might’ve been

Each line a kiss I used to know

Whispers from a time ago

You always signed with just your name

But somehow it still felt the same

As hearing you say “I miss you too”

In a world that only we once knew

And though the ink has lost its glow

The meaning’s something I still know

I fold each note with quiet grace

As if I’m touching your sweet face

Velvet letters in a box of dreams

Still smell like midnight and tangerine

Your words, they echo in the seams

Of who we were and might’ve been

Each line a kiss I used to know

Whispers from a time ago

Would you still write if I were near?

Would your heart still hold me dear?

If I replied, would you believe

That love like this can never leave?

Velvet letters in a box of dreams

Still smell like midnight and tangerine

Forever inked in silent grace

A love that time could not erase

Though we are pages torn apart

You're still the letter in my heart