[Intro] (Fast, brushed snare drum and a walking upright bass underneath a cascading jazz piano) [Verse 1] Spilling a cortado on a moleskine page Trying to write a novel for the modern age The barista has a beanie and a terrible script And the espresso machine is mysteriously equipped It sounds like heavy armor in a fantasy game Grinding up the beans to remember my name [Chorus] Welcome to the magitek lounge on the corner of the street Where the indie folk kids and the armor clankers meet I’m hitting seventh chords on a sticky little key Trying to find a frequency that resonates with me Just a girl and her piano in a caffeinated haze Counting out the tips and the remaining days [Verse 2] The wifi is a myth, it's an urban legend now I’m editing a stanza but I can't remember how There’s a guy with a typewriter looking for a muse He’s wearing leather sandals and he’s reading the news I’m charting out a melody to drown out the noise Ignoring all the posturing of the Brooklyn boys [Chorus] Welcome to the magitek lounge on the corner of the street Where the indie folk kids and the armor clankers meet I’m hitting seventh chords on a sticky little key Trying to find a frequency that resonates with me Just a girl and her piano in a caffeinated haze Counting out the tips and the remaining days [Outro] Just leave the mug on the counter. I've got the melody now. (Piano plays a rapid, descending jazz scale ending on a sharp, final Cmaj9)
