Sophisticated, bitter Queen
You're the ghost in my machine
As I sit at my piano
And flick through every channel
Channeling those memories
Trying to put an end to these (ooh x3)
I wonder sitting watching you wonder
I see you, manipulate your lover
Take cover, waves come crashing over us
I go, under..
Yes, I'm under your spell
Waves comes crashing over me
I'm somewhere in open sea (yeah x5)
I'm gasping for air
A nemesis, an enemy
You’re the crack inside of me
As I'm singing my Soprano
Still flicking through the channels
Signal lost and out of range
Your eyes become the TV screens
As I sit out watch you walk my way
Static, static on those screens now..
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