Ink & Steam

Rain-streaked glass, the city's a blur Neon signs in watercolor stir Steam from a cup, a quiet little space Got my headphones on, setting my own pace Textbook's open, a brand new page Lost in thought on a silent stage And the clock hands melt, a syrupy slow Got this lofi beat, playing soft and low Yeah, the hours just drift on a jazzy haze

In these coffee-stained, productive days Feels like twenty minutes, feels like I'm in the zone In this quiet corner, perfectly alone Hear the soft clink of a distant spoon Underneath a lazy, afternoon moon Someone's sketching in a worn-out book I just steal a single, fleeting look Back to the words, the lines on the screen Building a world, serene and clean

And the clock hands melt, a syrupy slow Got this lofi beat, playing soft and low Yeah, the hours just drift on a jazzy haze In these coffee-stained, productive days Feels like twenty minutes, feels like I'm in the zone In this quiet corner, perfectly alone The gentle static, like vinyl rain Washes away the worry and the strain Every idea just falls into place

Finding my rhythm, finding my grace And the clock hands melt, a syrupy slow Got this lofi beat, playing soft and low Yeah, the hours just drift on a jazzy haze In these coffee-stained, productive days Feels like twenty minutes, feels like I'm in the zone In this quiet corner, perfectly alone