Tokyo Cafe Hours

Steam on the window pane, blurring out the neon signs Coffee cup is warm in my hands, tracing lazy lines Headphones on, the world fades out, just the gentle hiss Of vinyl crackle, textbook page, sealed with a quiet kiss Tick-tock goes the clock on the wall, but I don't hear a sound In this lofi bubble, I've found my solid ground Hours bleed to minutes here, the ink just seems to flow Watching the city sleep under a gentle glow Raindrops tap a rhythm on the roof, a beat I understand Matching with the snare and kick, a ghost inside the band

Turning pages, soft and slow, the knowledge sinking in Don't know where this focus ends or where my thoughts begin Tick-tock goes the clock on the wall, but I don't hear a sound In this lofi bubble, I've found my solid ground Hours bleed to minutes here, the ink just seems to flow Watching the city sleep under a gentle glow Streetlights paint the wet asphalt in watercolor strokes of gold Another chapter finished now, a story to be told Just a quiet moment, breathing in the city's hum Until the sun comes up, the work is never done

Tick-tock goes the clock on the wall, but I don't hear a sound In this lofi bubble, I've found my solid ground Hours bleed to minutes here, the ink just seems to flow Watching the city sleep under a gentle glow