Two Hour Window

Window pane is streaked with rain Streetlights blur into a golden stain Got my headphones on, the world's on mute Steaming coffee and a fresh pursuit Felt the pressure of the day outside But in this corner, there's nowhere to hide Just the page and the glowing screen Living out a quiet, focused dream Yeah, the clock hands spin in slow-mo time Lost inside this easy, gentle rhyme The vinyl crackles, a soft and steady beat

Floating somewhere high above the street Two hours feel like twenty minutes passed In this quiet zone, built to last Fingers tapping out a gentle beat On the wooden table, bittersweet Neon signs across the way start to glow Nowhere else I'd rather choose to go The city breathes a low and distant hum While the best ideas are yet to come Sinking deeper in this padded chair With a peaceful mind and focused air

Yeah, the clock hands spin in slow-mo time Lost inside this easy, gentle rhyme The vinyl crackles, a soft and steady beat Floating somewhere high above the street Two hours feel like twenty minutes passed In this quiet zone, built to last The static hiss, a record's grace Puts my scattered thoughts right back in place No rush, no hurry, just the flow Watching little seeds of progress grow The work feels easy, the path is clear

Melting all the doubt and all the fear Yeah, the clock hands spin in slow-mo time Lost inside this easy, gentle rhyme The vinyl crackles, a soft and steady beat Floating somewhere high above the street Two hours feel like twenty minutes passed In this quiet zone, built to last