Kyoto Cafe

Neon sign bleeds through the glass, a purple, hazy glow Raindrops race on window panes, a quiet, steady show Steam from my ceramic cup, the scent of roasted beans Lost inside these paper worlds, and silent, painted scenes And the clock hands start to blur, the city holds its breath Two hours feel like twenty minutes, cheating time and death The lofi beat's a gentle heart, the rhythm of the rain

Washing out the static, clearing out my brain A keyboard clicks in syncopation, a soft and distant sound Someone turns a paper page, no other noise around We're strangers in this quiet space, a temporary crew All sailing on a single wave, to see our projects through And the clock hands start to blur, the city holds its breath Two hours feel like twenty minutes, cheating time and death

The lofi beat's a gentle heart, the rhythm of the rain Washing out the static, clearing out my brain There's no struggle, no resistance, just a peaceful, easy flow The answers seem to write themselves, from seeds I didn't know I'd sown This melody's the architect, building thoughts inside my head Forgetting every word of doubt that I was ever fed And the clock hands start to blur, the city holds its breath

Two hours feel like twenty minutes, cheating time and death The lofi beat's a gentle heart, the rhythm of the rain Washing out the static, clearing out my brain