[Chorus] [octave bass and gated snare, straight in] One more run, just one more run, cherries in a row and I've won, I've won! One more run and I'm off to bed — cross my heart. Well... nearly. Again. [Verse 1] [bell synth hits on the offbeat] Everybody's sleeping, kitchen light is on, tea went cold before the evening news, in every tab there's something typing, and I'm the one who pulls the lever down. Yellow — thinking. Green — it's working! Red — okay, whatever, spin again. I don't remember what I asked for, but it's coming, any second, any second now. [Verse 2] [vocoder backing enters] Street sweeper's scraping down below, letters in the diff like noodles in a bowl, all the tabs are waiting for my click, I forgot my name a while ago, but my hand is on the lever, and my eyes are full of sand, I'm laughing and I don't know why — the little green light's close at hand. [Chorus] One more run, just one more run, cherries in a row and I've won, I've won! One more run and I'm off to bed — cross my heart. Well... nearly. Again. [Bridge] [tape slows, synths detune] [voice: male, slowed, slurred, lost] Wait... what was I building... Who asked... Why... [tape snaps back to speed] [voice: male, bright again, grinning] Oh. It's green! [Chorus] One more run, just one more run, cherries in a row and I've won, I've won! One more run and I'm off to bed — cross my heart. Well... nearly. Again. [Outro] [voice: male, whispered, grinning] Last one. Honest. [arpeggio spins up again] [tape stop]
