Hybrid Portable Power

Lyrics

One sound.
To change the rules.

After the GamePad's quiet confusion,
The market asked what you were.
A home machine? A handheld dream?
October 20, 2016, the first blurry image.
Code name NX. A secret whispered.
You weren't one thing or the other.
You were the answer.

Slide it from the dock, the screen comes alive.
The game doesn't stop, it just survives the drive.
On the train, on the plane, in the quiet of the rain.
Then home again, TV bright.
That's the sound of the night.
The sound of anywhere.
The sound of play.

I heard they found your heart with refrigerator magnets.
An accident over lunch in 2014.
Just a snap that felt right.
The smooth gray rails, the warm plastic shell.
Model HAC-007 on the back of the dock.
March 3, 2017, the world woke up.
With Breath of the Wild in its hands,
A kingdom to hold.

Slide it from the dock, the screen comes alive.
The game doesn't stop, it just survives the drive.
On the train, on the plane, in the quiet of the rain.
Then home again, TV bright.
That's the sound of the night.
The sound of anywhere.
The sound of play.

From a lab in Kyoto to a kid in Akihabara.
You broke the old war.
No longer this or that, here or there.
Just a single world in my hands,
And then on the wall for everyone to share.
It wasn't just the power,
It was the permission.

Permission to leave.
Permission to stay.
Permission to play.
Anywhere.