Antique turntable spinning on the walnut stand
Taking down the vinyl with a patient loving hand
Amber vacuum tubes are glowing in the midnight room
Chasing all the lonely shadows and nocturnal gloom
Midnight vinyl and espresso foam so rich and deep
Living in the quiet hours while the neighbors sleep
Listen to the nylon guitar playing classic jazz chords
Richer than the treasuries of emperors and lords
Midnight vinyl and espresso foam upon the plate
Nothing is in hurry and it doesn't matter late
Crema on the espresso resting thick and hazel brown
Sipping from the ceramic cup and looking at the town
Needle drops so gently with a soft nostalgic hiss
Every single groove is filled with pure acoustic bliss
Midnight vinyl and espresso foam so rich and deep
Living in the quiet hours while the neighbors sleep
Listen to the nylon guitar playing classic jazz chords
Richer than the treasuries of emperors and lords
Midnight vinyl and espresso foam upon the plate
Nothing is in hurry and it doesn't matter late
Let the twelve-inch record turn around and round in time
Underneath the rhythm of an unpretentious rhyme
Safe inside the sanctuary of the analog sound
Sweetest little paradise that night owl ever found
Needle on the groove...
Crema on the rim...
Music in the midnight...
Lights are growing dim...
