Twenty Minute Hours

Neon signs bleed on the wet glass A quiet corner as the hours pass Steam from the cup in a slow, soft hazeLost in the rhythm of these rainy days Pencils scratching, a soft, steady soundThe world outside is nowhere to be found Just the warm glow and the hum of the beatDrifting along down this quiet street It's a lofi loop on a worn-out tape A gentle rhythm, a sweet escape The clock hands blur, the focus is deepPromises my own mind can keep Two hours feel like twenty minutes goneFrom the soft gray dusk to the early dawn Headphones on, a vinyl crackle startsMending the pieces of my scattered thoughts Skyscrapers fade into a distant dream

Floating along on this melodic stream Pages turn without a single sigh Ideas bloom under a digital sky This little cafe is a world of its own A quiet kingdom on a coffee throne It's a lofi loop on a worn-out tape A gentle rhythm, a sweet escape The clock hands blur, the focus is deep Promises my own mind can keep Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone From the soft gray dusk to the early dawn

And the beat just nods, it understands The patient work of these two hands There's no rush here, there's only flow Watching a tiny garden of ideas grow The gentle pressure, the inevitable art It was waiting right here from the very start It's a lofi loop on a worn-out tape A gentle rhythm, a sweet escape The clock hands blur, the focus is deep Promises my own mind can keep Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone

From the soft gray dusk to the early dawn