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[Verse 1] You found a blue button beneath the old museum stair Stamped with a number no catalog could bear I held the map while you measured the wall A tiny brass compass refused north at all [Chorus] So we followed the mark where the plaster was thin Past a room full of clocks that forgot to begin If the building had a secret, it wanted us near With your hand on the button and mine on the gear [Verse 2] A curator arrived with a key made of bone Said, "Every lost object remembers its home" The button fit neatly in a wooden machine That printed one sentence on paper so clean [Chorus] So we followed the mark where the plaster was thin Past a room full of clocks that forgot to begin If the building had a secret, it wanted us near With your hand on the button and mine on the gear [Bridge] It read: "Take the long way, leave no trace behind" Then the walls opened softly like pages unwound We stepped through the dust to a garden below Where mechanical sparrows rehearsed in a row [Outro] You kept the blue button, I kept the map The museum closed gently and settled its cap Some stories stay hidden, some ask to be found We walked back upstairs with the compass turned round
