Two Hour Haze

Raindrops race on the window glass Neon signs in a blurry pass Ceramic mug, the steam ascends This is where the city ends Headphones on, the world goes low Got a quiet place for my thoughts to grow Two-hour haze in a twenty-minute frame Losing track of the focus game In this lofi static, gentle and low Let the quiet currents flow Yeah, the work just feels like breathing now Somehow, somehow Keyboard clicks like a steady beat To the rhythm down a quiet street

Ink is flowing, pixels align Losing all the sense of time Just the crackle and the jazzy chords Speaking more than spoken words Two-hour haze in a twenty-minute frame Losing track of the focus game In this lofi static, gentle and low Let the quiet currents flow Yeah, the work just feels like breathing now Somehow, somehow Look up from the glowing screen In this calm and hazy scene There's a future taking shape A beautiful escape

From the noise and from the rush In the concentrated hush Two-hour haze in a twenty-minute frame Losing track of the focus game In this lofi static, gentle and low Let the quiet currents flow Yeah, the work just feels like breathing now Somehow, somehow