Lichen Pages

[Verse 1]
The train pulls silent, an ancient root below,
A hum of distant lives, a quiet undertow.
Rain streaks the window, blurring the city's gleam,
Two strangers caught within a shared, internal dream.

[Chorus]
Same words unfurl, a lichen on the page,
A borrowed forest, an unspoken age.
Two hidden saplings, breathing the same air,
A silent witness to the truths we share.

[Verse 2]
Your thumb rests gentle, on a verse I know by heart,
A verdant memory, tearing me apart.
The underground currents, a network deep and slow,
Where shadows dance like leaves, on where old stories grow.

[Chorus]
Same words unfurl, a lichen on the page,
A borrowed forest, an unspoken age.
Two hidden saplings, breathing the same air,
A silent witness to the truths we share.

[Bridge]
A flick of passing light, through the tunnel's muted pane,
A dappled truth, caught between joy and pain.
This hollowed carriage, a vestige of the past,
Where whispered meanings, are forever cast.

[Outro]
The quiet hum remains, a root beneath the stone.
A silent chapter, read by souls unknown.