Kickstarter Dream to Dust

Lyrics

[Intro]
Just a little white box.
The smell of warm plastic from a factory I'll never see.
Ninety-nine dollars of hope, sitting here next to the TV.

[Verse 1]
I remember the video from that little L.A. office.
It was July, 2012.
Julie Uhrman making the pitch, a revolution for the television.
And Yves Béhar drew your perfect, simple shape.
Open to everyone, you were.
A new kind of freedom.

[Chorus]
And sixty-three thousand, four hundred and sixteen of us...
We poured our eight and a half million dollars into you.
We clicked the button, we backed the dream.
We put our faith in a picture on a webpage.
We waited.

[Verse 2]
You finally arrived in June 2013.
Android Jelly Bean and a Tegra 3 inside.
The controller felt... light.
The menus were slow, a little clumsy.
The games felt like phone games, stretched out and lost.
This wasn't the revolution.
This was just a little white box.

[Chorus]
And sixty-three thousand, four hundred and sixteen of us...
We poured our eight and a half million dollars into you.
We clicked the button, we backed the dream.
We put our faith in a picture on a webpage.
We waited for something more.

[Bridge]
They said you started your life inside a wooden cigar box.
A prototype held together with tape and a prayer.
I like that story better.
Before the money, before the hype.
Before Razer came in 2015 to buy your name, to buy your bones, and shut down the servers.

[Outro]
Now the little light on your face is dark.
You're just a box again.
A ninety-nine dollar paperweight.
A collection of dust and promises.