In the darkness of his room, the soft glow of the screen

Cheap headphones on his head while the others sleep

Tetris is his refuge, the falling shapes

Little colored pieces that bring his mind to ease

Bright little pieces snapping into place

In that space that fills his tiny screen

Every line he clears, every flash of light

Takes the weight off a long, heavy day

Towers rise, then fade away

Eyes burning as midnight slips by

He builds each pattern clean and tight

And tells himself, “just one more try”

Bright little pieces snapping into place

In that space that fills his tiny screen

A hero in his room alone

Pushing back the weight the world has shown

His mind is a fortress, steady and strong

Every move deliberate, every thought drawn out

He feels the drag of these endless, endless days

Still somehow finds a place for every piece

(Whoa-oh-oh)

From this maze of bright, colliding shapes and hues

He grips the pad when the world feels unsure

In a drifting, dreamlike, chaotic space

The shapes are slowly blending into one

For a moment more, he sees it through

Bringing order as his eyes drift closed