Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Out on the porch with the moon hangin' high,
Got that little console wonderin' why,
Folks say these things taste so bad,
I guess tonight I'm just a curious lad.

[Chorus]
Oh, the cartridge tastes like dreams,
A strange little bite breaking at the seams.
Plastic promises and bitter schemes,
Oh, the cartridge tastes like dreams.

[Verse 2]
A fiddle plays low on the radio dial,
I stare at Zelda with a mischievous smile.
Memories of childhood, a simpler kind,
And here I am tastin’ pixels in my mind.

[Chorus]
Oh, the cartridge tastes like dreams,
A strange little bite breaking at the seams.
Plastic promises and bitter schemes,
Oh, the cartridge tastes like dreams.

[Bridge]
Well, life’s full of moments we can't explain,
Tiny adventures in joy or pain.
Sometimes you gotta laugh at the absurd,
Like lickin’ a cartridge instead of a dessert.

[Verse 3]
The stars are waltzin’, the night rolls on,
The taste of mystery lingers 'til dawn.
Let the world judge, I’ll do as I please,
Under this big sky and the whisperin' trees.