Twenty-Minute Hours

Steam curls from the ceramic rim The city's hum is growing dim Headphones on, a quiet hymn Let the focus settle in Raindrops race the window pane Wash away the doubt and strain Just the rhythm, soft refrain In my own secluded lane Yeah, the vinyl crackles low Watching hazy streetlights glow Got nowhere else I need to go Let the easy feeling flow Twenty-minute hours, time is bending slow Pen is scratching on the page

Turning thoughts upon a stage Building worlds, I disengage From the noise of this new age Flipping through the dog-eared lines Connecting all the subtle signs The melody, it intertwines With my half-formed, best designs Yeah, the vinyl crackles low Watching hazy streetlights glow Got nowhere else I need to go Let the easy feeling flow Twenty-minute hours, time is bending slow Look up from the screen a while Catch a stranger's knowing smile

We're all here, in lofi style For another focused mile The scent of coffee in the air A silent, understanding prayer Yeah, the vinyl crackles low Watching hazy streetlights glow Got nowhere else I need to go Let the easy feeling flow Twenty-minute hours, time is bending slow