The screen flickers and the clock ticks
I shouldn't be up this late
I'm rolling up in the carpet
And pressing play on tape
I'm still in single figures, I think
This isn't yet my room
I've had to sneak down two flights
Of stairs in midnight gloom
The thrill of technology
Will keep me awake tonight
My stomach feels a little weird
It knows I'm doing something wrong
Adrenalin flows as games load
Expectations raised because it takes so long
I've turned down the volume
So I can barely hear the sound
That indicates the game is ready
And I should stick around
The thrill of technology
Will keep me awake tonight
This television has no remote control, but it is mine
It only takes sixteen colours to send shivers down my spine
To this day, when I hear those vibrant chords there's no way I can disguise a
Lump in my throat from those familiar notes on an 8-bit synthesizer.
