Between these wooden shelves I wander
Through paper scents of yesterday
My fingers brush against the corners of something tucked away
And now I hold this piece of time
These words in faded ink, divine
Who were you when you wrote these lines?

Who were you before the pages turned?
What kind of love did you then learn?
Did autumn rain against your window play?
Were there words you couldn't say?
I trace the letters of your name
But time has washed it all away
(Who were you? Who were you?)

The dust folds soft in morning light
As I ran words you left behind
The paper's thin and warm but bright
With thoughts you once defined
Your handwriting tells me more
Than all these sentences explore
Who? When you wrote these lines?

Who were you before the pages turned?
What kind of love did you then learn?
Did autumn rain against your window play?
Were there words you couldn't say?
I trace the letters of your name
But time has washed it all away
(Who were you? Who were you? Who were you?)

Sometimes I think I see your face
In every stranger passing by
I wonder if you found your place
Beyond these words that make me cry
(Who were you? Who were you?)