[Intro] [boot-up chime, gentle hum] [blip blip] [Verse 1] Pocket world, grayscale sky, ride the train Thumbs find rhythm in a plastic frame Falling blocks write a language I know Ghosts of lines where the previews show Type A ticking like a tiny parade Level climbs, edges start to fade Square, tee, L in a crooked rhyme Long boy waiting like a punchline [Pre-Chorus] Stack it neat, keep the seams all tight Leave a lane for the beam of light Hear the click as the world aligns Breath held still while the meter climbs [Chorus] Line them up, let them drop, let the music start Four at once and it sparks like an 8-bit heart Dot matrix dream in a midnight car Every little beep says here we are Line them up, let them fall, hear the counter sing Level 9 heat and the pixels sting When the well runs low and the hands move fast I make a tiny future out of falling past [Verse 2] Cartridge dust, blow a wish, try again Link cable legends, friend versus friend Height five setting and a stubborn grin Grid gets hungry, feed it discipline J piece jealous, S piece rude Z piece crashes with an attitude Spin or slide in the narrow lane I piece lands like a silver rain [Pre-Chorus] Stack it neat, keep the nerves ice cold Chase the gap that the preview told Hear the thrum of a pocket clock Time goes soft in the falling talk [Chorus] Line them up, let them drop, let the music start Four at once and it sparks like an 8-bit heart Dot matrix dream in a midnight car Every little beep says here we are Line them up, let them fall, hear the counter sing Level 9 heat and the pixels sting When the well runs low and the hands move fast I make a tiny future out of falling past [Bridge] [battery hum, heartbeat kick, arps swell] Gravity whispers. Thumb taps pray. Greyscale river carries me away. Top-out siren on the lip so near One clean piece turns doubt to cheer [short synth fill mimicking a Tetris clear] [Final Chorus] Line them up, let them drop, let the music start Four at once and it sparks like an 8-bit heart Dot matrix dream in a midnight car Every little beep says here we are Line them up, let them fall, hear the counter sing Level 9 heat and the pixels sting When the screen goes blank and the night moves past I save a high score in a pocket of glass [Outro] [start jingle reprise, fade] [soft click as if the power slider slides down]
