Neon & Notebooks

Steam curls up from a porcelain white cup Raindrops race on the window pane The city's a blur, the world's given up And only the quiet remains Headphones on, a soft, vinyl hiss Got a textbook mountain to climb But in a moment, a moment like this I'm losing all track of the time Oh, the low-fidelity beat in my soul Makes the neon and notebooks feel whole Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone by Under a hazy, electric-lit sky

And the words just appear on the page Turning a new, quiet age The whisper of pages, a pencil's soft scratch A melody weaving through thought A future I'm trying so hard just to catch Is closer than what I was taught The streetlights outside paint the puddles in gold A story in watercolor, blurred The tales of the city are centuries old But tonight, they're a single, soft word Oh, the low-fidelity beat in my soul Makes the neon and notebooks feel whole

Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone by Under a hazy, electric-lit sky And the words just appear on the page Turning a new, quiet age Look up for a second and what do I see? A dozen more heads bending low A silent community, focused and free Watching their own little worlds grow A nod to the stranger across the worn floor We're all in this moment together, it's true Oh, the low-fidelity beat in my soul Makes the neon and notebooks feel whole

Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone by Under a hazy, electric-lit sky And the words just appear on the page Turning a new, quiet age