Twenty Minute Hours

Rain streaks down the windowpane A watercolor city scene Steam uncurls from a porcelain cup Lost inside this quiet dream Headphones on, the world goes mute Just the dusty, sampled beat A gentle hum, a soft pursuit Above the traffic on the street And two hours feel like twenty minutes In this warm and hazy glow

With a lo-fi track on endless repeat Watching all the ideas flow The clock hands spin a lazy rhythm Don't even notice where they go Yeah, two hours feel like twenty minutes In this steady, quiet show The cursor blinks a patient rhyme The pages turn without a sound Connecting dots across the time On this calm and sacred ground

The distant rumble of a train Just another layer in the mix Washing out the static and the strain With these simple, soulful licks And two hours feel like twenty minutes In this warm and hazy glow With a lo-fi track on endless repeat Watching all the ideas flow The clock hands spin a lazy rhythm Don't even notice where they go

Yeah, two hours feel like twenty minutes In this steady, quiet show The coffee's cool, the sky is deep The neon signs begin to bloom Secrets that the city keep Are held within this little room And for a moment, everything's clear The work is done, the mind is free All the noise just disappears It's only the music and me