

A raincoat that never dried
He wears the outfit anyway
Beside an ATM that beeps too loud In the CRT glow of
a Saturday (beep beep beep)
Looking for a spark in the static line
Waiting for the screen to show a sign
It's a retro game crush in the living room
Dancing through the static and the neon gloom
Glitter on the floor under CRT light We don't need the sun
to make it bright (ooh-yeah)
Paper receipts on the wet concrete
Unfinished dreams to a digital beat
He stands his ground in a plastic coat Chasing the high of
a pixelated note
Retro game crush... In the living room...
(bye bye)