[Intro] lemon blur Steam rising past the counter light Distant voices melt into the air I pretend not to see the ticking hands [Verse 1] White cup resting by the window Milk swirls like someone's memory Keys tapping like an old typewriter A breeze turns pages, carrying soft aromas [Pre-Chorus] The music loops, never ends Same man, same seat, same quiet smile No one knows each other's names But maybe that’s the charm of this place [Chorus] This café’s a worn-out record Scratched, faded—but still warm lemon blur, a dreamlike frame Where anyone can feel like the main character for a while [Verse 2] Her sketchbook holds unseen cities Colors not yet born The cheesecake behind the glass Still untouched, like a secret waiting [Pre-Chorus] Snippets of chatter float and fall Like grains in an old film reel No names, no past, no backstory But every soul is quietly unfolding [Chorus] This café’s a forgotten melody Bittersweet and lingering lemon blur, at 4PM's soft hue A space where kindness feels natural again [Bridge] Silence isn't loneliness Just layers of quiet overlapping The rings left on cups Mark the time we've spent here [Final Chorus] This café’s a drifting short film No ending, just continuation lemon blur, sunlight on that seat And I almost touched someone else’s life [Outro] lemon blur Maybe I’ll come again Still don’t know your name
