Two Hours, Twenty Minutes

Rain against the glass, a gentle, steady beat Steam from my green tea, a circle of heat Headphones on, the city's hum begins to fade Just the quiet promise of a page to be made And it's two hours, twenty minutes The clock hands start to blur Lost inside the static and the soft, vinyl purr Ideas start to blossom, thoughts align and click In this hazy, focused moment, time's a magic trick Faded posters on the wall, a language I don't know

Shadows from the neon sign are dancing, soft and low Every keyboard clack's a part of this low-key song This is the quiet corner where I feel I belong And it's two hours, twenty minutes The clock hands start to blur Lost inside the static and the soft, vinyl purr Ideas start to blossom, thoughts align and click In this hazy, focused moment, time's a magic trick No rush, no pressure, just the space to be The world can wait outside for a little while, for me

Just the rhythm of the rain and a simple, looping phrase Lost inside these quiet, productive days 'Cause it's two hours, twenty minutes The clock hands start to blur Lost inside the static and the soft, vinyl purr Ideas start to blossom, thoughts align and click In this hazy, focused moment, time's a magic trick