I am the square of white and grey
Where tiny settlers start their day
They plant the corn in rows of green
The strangest sight I have ever seen
A wooden boat hits the sandy shore
They build a hut and they ask for more
The bronze age comes with a heavy sound
I feel the hammer hit the ground
One more turn and the world will spin
Wait for the empire to begin
From the desert sand to the frozen blue
I watch the map turn a different hue
The iron sword cuts a jagged line
I hold the border of a lost design
A city grows with a temple wall
I wait for the great stone tower to fall
One more turn and the world will spin
Wait for the empire to begin
From the desert sand to the frozen blue
I watch the map turn a different hue
The settlers argue over gold and salt
The march of progress comes to a halt
A sudden flash and the sky turns white
I see the atom in the dead of night
The sails are gone and the rockets fly
A silver needle pierces through the sky
The blue planet glows in a velvet void
The old world's logic is now destroyed
The coffee burns in a plastic cup
The screen goes dark and the player wakes up
I am just ink on a digital sheet
A quiet corner of a grid complete
One more turn and the world will spin
Wait for the empire to begin
From the desert sand to the frozen blue
I watch the map turn a different hue
Just a tile in a game of old
The story ends as the night turns cold
One more turn.
One more turn.
