Kyoto Rain & Coffee Stains

Streetlights bleed through the window pane A soft focus filter of the falling rain Steam from my cup in a lazy climb Got nothing but pages, got nothing but time Neon signs paint the puddles below Got a hundred ideas and nowhere to go But deeper inside this worn-out book Scribbling notes in a quiet nook And the clock on the wall just melts away Another two hours feel like a short day With the vinyl crackle and the muted beat

Lost in the rhythm of this city street Yeah, the work feels easy, the thoughts align In this coffee-stained, two-hour design Pencil scratches a steady sound As theories and chapters are lost and found The chatter outside is a distant hum My whole little world has gone quiet and numb Headphones on, blocking everything out Chasing away every shadow of a doubt Just the smooth chord changes, a mellow bass line Making this moment feel perfectly mine

And the clock on the wall just melts away Another two hours feel like a short day With the vinyl crackle and the muted beat Lost in the rhythm of this city street Yeah, the work feels easy, the thoughts align In this coffee-stained, two-hour design There's a magic in this gentle pace A productive peace in this little space Every problem finds its own reply Under the gaze of a sleepy sky And the clock on the wall just melts away

Another two hours feel like a short day With the vinyl crackle and the muted beat Lost in the rhythm of this city street Yeah, the work feels easy, the thoughts align In this coffee-stained, two-hour design