Shibuya Steam

Neon signs are bleeding through the glass Rainy Tuesday, watch the people pass Got a notebook open, page is clean and white Fading daylight turns to hazy night Steaming tea in a chipped ceramic cup Headphones on, I turn the static up And the lofi beat drops low and slow Like the steady rain on the world below Pencil scratching in a steady rhyme Losing all my sense of passing time In this zone, the thoughts begin to flow

Yeah, the lofi beat drops low and slow Corner booth, I'm hidden from the view Got a thousand different things to do But the pressure's gone, it's just a gentle hum Waiting for the quiet words to come Smell of coffee and of old wood floors Closing off the world outside my doors And the lofi beat drops low and slow Like the steady rain on the world below Pencil scratching in a steady rhyme Losing all my sense of passing time

In this zone, the thoughts begin to flow Yeah, the lofi beat drops low and slow Two hours feel like twenty minutes now Don't know when, don't really care how The work gets done, the page begins to fill Everything is focused, calm, and still Just the rhythm and the gentle sound Nowhere else I'd rather be right now 'Cause the lofi beat drops low and slow Like the steady rain on the world below Pencil scratching in a steady rhyme

Losing all my sense of passing time In this zone, the thoughts begin to flow Yeah, the lofi beat drops low and slow