

Staring at the screen
in the quiet of my room
Chasing after numbers,
fading out the gloom
Lost inside the pixels,
trying to find a spark
Just a lonely player,
leveling in the dark
But something in the simplicity
starts to feel so real
A quiet kind of comfort
that nothing else can steal
And if heaven felt like this,
I'd stay right here
I'd keep playing Slimeville,
letting go of fear
Just working up my skills,
one block at a time
If this is what peace is,
I'm glad that it is mine (ooh-ooh-ooh)
They talk about the gold streets,
they talk about the light
But I just want this kitchen table
on a Friday night
Watching green fields grow
upon a virtual screen
The most peaceful valley
that I have ever seen
And if heaven felt like this,
I'd stay right here
I'd keep playing Slimeville,
letting go of fear
Just working up my skills,
one block at a time
If this is what peace is,
I'm glad that it is mine (yeah)
Working up my skills...
Playing Slimeville... (hummmm)