Shibuya Steam

Rain streaks down the window pane Neon signs, a watercolor stain Steam curls up from a ceramic cup The world outside is giving up Headphones on, the beat is low Nowhere else I have to go It's that quiet, late night feeling

Time is bending, thoughts are healing Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone Just studying 'til the break of dawn With a lofi beat on repeat In this little corner of the street Pen glides soft across the page Building thoughts up, stage by stage

The gentle crackle, a dusty loop Got my focus in the group Of one, right here, inside this space Finding my own steady pace It's that quiet, late night feeling Time is bending, thoughts are healing Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone

Just studying 'til the break of dawn With a lofi beat on repeat In this little corner of the street Look up, blink, the cafe's dim Living on a quiet whim The work is done, it felt so light Drifting through the peaceful night

It's that quiet, late night feeling Time is bending, thoughts are healing Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone Just studying 'til the break of dawn With a lofi beat on repeat In this little corner of the street