Mint Sky Afternoon

[Chorus] Dust motes dance in amber beams, Sunday afternoon, forgotten dreams. This old library, a whispered sigh, Beneath a pale mint sky. [Verse] Grandma's shelf, a metal fox, Watches time on ticking clocks. He sees the librarian, mask in place, Bending low with quiet grace. [Pre-Chorus] A gentle breeze, a minty haze, From pillows dried on sunny days. Curtains lift, a sweet perfume, Chasing shadows from the room. [Chorus] Dust motes dance in amber beams, Sunday afternoon, forgotten dreams. This old library, a whispered sigh, Beneath a pale mint sky. [Verse] A sudden crash, a paper storm, Poetry books, no longer warm. A tiny paw, a playful leap, Where Shel Silverstein's secrets sleep. [Pre-Chorus] Ink marks bloom on drawing white, A fleeting, pure delight. The fox observes this playful scene, A world both wild and serene. [Chorus] Dust motes dance in amber beams, Sunday afternoon, forgotten dreams. This old library, a whispered sigh, Beneath a pale mint sky. [Bridge] Outside, the linens, sun-kissed bright, Like echoes of past light. Old quilts unfold, a folded past, Moments meant to last. The fox awakes, his voice takes flight, Singing softly in the light. [Verse] He sings of peace, a gentle art, Healing touch for every heart. Of sleepy cats and dusty shelves, And finding solace in ourselves. [Outro]