

(yeah) Static humming
in the early light
One single chair
pulled to the right
He sang three songs then ordered water cold Another quiet night on
the stage foretold And the television screen glows warm and green
(so warm) We are pixelated lovers in a vintage scene
Oh, my retro game crush,
shining in the dark
Underneath the screen glare,
we can find a spark Dance until the morning,
let the rhythm play Just a single glass of water,
then we drift away
CRT hum keeps the rhythm tight
One chair remains in the fading light
We played our cards and we made our peace Underneath the dust
where the worries cease
(ahhhh) One chair, one light
(calls it a
night)