Kyoto Koffee

Raindrops trace the window pane Steam from my green tea swirls Another world outside the glass As this quiet one unfurls Neon signs are blurred and soft A gentle, distant, hazy glow Got my headphones on, the world is off Just the steady, easy flow Yeah, the kick drum is a heartbeat The static's like the rain Vinyl crackle, bittersweet Washes over the refrain And the clock hands start to blur now Two hours turn to twenty minutes Lost inside the work and sound Pushing past the city limits

The barista polishes a cup A whisper of a turning page The gentle hum, the power's up I'm centered on a mental stage No pressure here, no rush to be Anything but present now Just the textbook, the beat, and me And a silent, steady vow Yeah, the kick drum is a heartbeat The static's like the rain Vinyl crackle, bittersweet Washes over the refrain And the clock hands start to blur now Two hours turn to twenty minutes Lost inside the work and sound Pushing past the city limits

The best ideas feel inevitable Like they were always waiting here In the quiet, in the comfortable And all the doubt just disappears A saxophone sighs in the distance A melody I almost know This is the path of least resistance This is where the good thoughts grow Yeah, the kick drum is a heartbeat The static's like the rain Vinyl crackle, bittersweet Washes over the refrain And the clock hands start to blur now Two hours turn to twenty minutes Lost inside the work and sound Pushing past the city limits