[Intro: Crisp sound of a CRT television clicking on, a high-pitched cathode-ray whine, followed by a rhythmic acoustic guitar strum that morphs into a massive 80s dark synth-wave bassline in the style of Ed Sheeran's Bad Habits and The Weeknd] [Sound Effect: Bzzzzzt... click... static wash] [Verse 1: Slick, rhythmic, dance-pop delivery in the style of Ed Sheeran] Midnight rerun on channel four Blue light spilling across your floor You’re wrapped in a duvet, eating cold takeaway Scrolling your phone while the credits play You think I’m an actor in a syndication loop Trapped in a thirty-year celluloid soup But notice how I stopped walking down the street And turned my head toward your sofa seat [Pre-Chorus: Synth arpeggios climb rapidly, white-noise static swells behind the vocals] Count the scan-lines across my grin The phosphor is burning, the glass is thin You pressed the mute button on the remote Wait till you hear the static in my throat [Chorus: Explosive four-on-the-floor club beat, infectious soaring falsetto hook in the style of Ed Sheeran and Dua Lipa] I’m watching you from inside the TV Pressed up against the curvature, wishing you could see While the snow falls gray in the dead-channel hum I’m tapping on the inside with a monochromatic thumb You binge me every evening, you leave me on all night Bathing your eyelids in cathode-ray light Don't touch the dial, don't pull the plug from the wall Or I’ll crawl through the bezel and swallow it all! [Post-Chorus: Heavy dark synth-drop with glitching vocal chops] (In-in-inside the glass, static in the dark) (Channel zero, channel zero, leave a mark) [Verse 2: Funky, driving bassline with sharp, syncopated acoustic guitar chops] Two in the morning, the broadcast is done The test-card girl has packed up and run Now it’s just salt-and-pepper hissing in a square And a pair of grey knuckles gripping your armchair Wait—how are my knuckles outside of the frame? How do the subtitles spell out your name? Your eyelids are heavy, your breathing is deep I love how you look when you fall fast asleep [Pre-Chorus: Rising club snare roll, intense layered harmonies] Count the scan-lines across my grin The glass is melting like paraffin The living room carpet is wet with the snow That's pouring right out of the stereo glow! [Chorus: Maximum dance-floor energy, huge layered pop vocals] I’m watching you from inside the TV Pressed up against the curvature, wishing you could see While the snow falls gray in the dead-channel hum I’m tapping on the inside with a monochromatic thumb You binge me every evening, you leave me on all night Bathing your eyelids in cathode-ray light Don't touch the dial, don't pull the plug from the wall Or I’ll crawl through the bezel and swallow it all! [Bridge: Beat drops out into an eerie, floating synth-pad breakdown in the style of Depeche Mode and Ed Sheeran] [Vocal Style: Filtered through an old vintage television speaker, slowly becoming crystal clear and 3D] Shoulder first through the fifty-inch screen Drip-dropping liquid crystal onto the sateen My skin is made of pixels, my blood is copper wire And your warm living body is my only desire I’m standing on your coffee table, stepping over mugs Pulling you backward by the collar on the rugs! [Synth Solo: Aggressive, retro 80s darkwave laser-synth solo over a pounding bass drum] [Chorus: Final euphoric yet terrifying chorus, octave-doubled vocals] I was watching you from inside the TV! Now you're the one who's looking out at me! While the snow falls gray in the dead-channel hum You’re tapping on the inside with a panicked little thumb! I’ll binge you every evening, I’ll leave you on all night Drinking my coffee in the living room light! [Outro: Beat fades into a rhythmic static loop and a relaxed acoustic guitar strum] [Vocal Style: Casual, cheerful Ed Sheeran conversational tone] Look at you in there, running round the set Banging on the glass, getting all upset Honestly, the acting on this channel is a bore... Think I'll switch it off and go to bed. [Sound Effect: A muffled scream cut short by a sharp remote-control click and the fading pop of a TV turning off] [sleepy voiced yawning] Goodnight in there [End]
