Now you've got my number
You've got that chain on me
I can feel your cell tower
Tower over me
But if I were on an island
Would you find a way to call?
Just to put me down
Just to watch me fall
We've got radio silence
I've got my headphones on
I've got burning questions
I'd love to hear your thoughts
I gotta know where you been
I gotta know where you are
I gotta know what you think of me
I gotta
I gotta know
I gotta
I gotta know
Now I've got you on my radar
I can see you but you can't see me
I've got them long-range scanners
Ain't a thing that I cannot see
If she wants total destruction
I'd say its mutually assured
But still no warmth detected
Is it subtextually inferred
But still just radio silence
I got my headphones up to ten
I still got burning questions
I'd love to hear what you think
I gotta know where you been
I gotta know where you are
I gotta know what you think of me
I gotta
I gotta know
I gotta
I gotta know