0:00 Steam curls up from a porcelain white cup0:03 Raindrops race on the window pane0:07 The city's a blur, the world's given up0:11 And only the quiet remains0:15 Headphones on, a soft, vinyl hiss0:19 Got a textbook mountain to climb0:23 But in a moment, a moment like this0:27 I'm losing all track of the time0:31 Oh, the low-fidelity beat in my soul0:34 Makes the neon and notebooks feel whole0:38 Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone by0:42 Under a hazy, electric-lit sky0:46 And the words just appear on the page0:50 Turning a new, quiet age0:54 The whisper of pages, a pencil's soft scratch0:58 A melody weaving through thought1:02 A future I'm trying so hard just to catch1:05 Is closer than what I was taught1:09 The streetlights outside paint the puddles in gold1:13 A story in watercolor, blurred1:17 The tales of the city are centuries old1:21 But tonight, they're a single, soft word1:25 Oh, the low-fidelity beat in my soul1:29 Makes the neon and notebooks feel whole1:33 Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone by1:36 Under a hazy, electric-lit sky1:40 And the words just appear on the page1:44 Turning a new, quiet age1:48 Look up for a second and what do I see?1:52 A dozen more heads bending low1:56 A silent community, focused and free2:00 Watching their own little worlds grow2:04 A nod to the stranger across the worn floor2:07 We're all in this moment together, it's true2:11 Oh, the low-fidelity beat in my soul2:15 Makes the neon and notebooks feel whole2:19 Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone by2:23 Under a hazy, electric-lit sky2:27 And the words just appear on the page2:31 Turning a new, quiet age
