Twenty Minute Hours

Steam curls from the ceramic cup Raindrops race on the window pane Headphones on, the world is muted up Fading out the worry and the strain Just the shuffle of a turning page The soft click of a keyboard's sound Lost inside this quiet, modern age Nowhere else I'd rather be found And the clock is just a whisper now The beat is low and the rhodes are deep Lost in thought, I don't know how Two hours feel like twenty minutes of sleep Yeah, the work just flows, the thoughts align

In this little lofi world of mine Distant traffic, a muted horn The low hum of the glowing neon sign Another chapter's being born Every single word feels perfectly in time Got my focus in a picture frame Coffee stains like a faded, worn-out map Forgetting my own name Caught inside this gentle, rhythmic trap And the clock is just a whisper now The beat is low and the rhodes are deep Lost in thought, I don't know how Two hours feel like twenty minutes of sleep

Yeah, the work just flows, the thoughts align In this little lofi world of mine Look up for a second, see the city lights Blurring into watercolor streaks Just another one of these late nights Where the silence speaks, and the focus peaks Yeah, the focus peaks... And the clock is just a whisper now The beat is low and the rhodes are deep Lost in thought, I don't know how Two hours feel like twenty minutes of sleep Yeah, the work just flows, the thoughts align In this little lofi world of mine