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
I wonder, sitting watch 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...
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...
Sampha - Channels Lyrics
Sampha - Channels Lyrics
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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
I wonder, sitting watch 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...
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...
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
I wonder, sitting watch 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...
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...