(Verse 1) Steam is hissing, tiles are gleaming bright, Hard edges bouncing sounds into the light. Grinders turning, cups are stacking tall, A sterile echo bouncing off the wall. Till the speakers catch a slow and steady beat, Softening the corners of the street. (Chorus) It’s the Goldilocks volume, neither loud nor low, Just a warm protection where the quiet thoughts can grow. Instrumental textures keeping lyrics out of sight, Drawing you right in and holding you through the night. It's a social cocoon, a little hum and glow, Making time slow down so the mind can flow. (Verse 2) Seventy decibels, the sweet spot for the brain, A little bit of friction washing out the pain. Tempo running slow, encouraging to stay, Chasing all the rush and urgency away. No sudden drops or crescendos to break the spell, Just a woven acoustic where the focus dwells. (Chorus) It’s the Goldilocks volume, neither loud nor low, Just a warm protection where the quiet thoughts can grow. Instrumental textures keeping lyrics out of sight, Drawing you right in and holding you through the night. It's a social cocoon, a little hum and glow, Making time slow down so the mind can flow. (Outro) Surrounded by people, yet safe in your zone, Never quite lonely, and never quite alone. Just sip your coffee... let the rhythm stay.
