Omma

We don't even have to talk We can stare at the walls You don't have to wonder If I'll ever wonder back Your whole world in the palm of your hand Consumed with the dialog in TV land Bet you can't scroll or swipe me I'm right in front of you Breathing the same air, feeling new Sharing the same ol' view The butterflies in my stomach Travelled up to my heart now restin' They're happy as can be, just nestin' Watching you from every angle Guard down, wings hang my angel My lens is focused on you Only on you We can be in a crowded warehouse And I know your whereabouts The type of reception we have Stronger than signal bars We've got a cellular connection Our waves and our vibes intersection Our satellite moving like shoo-shooting stars Wishing upon from afar The butterflies in my stomach Travelled up to my heart now restin' They're happy as can be, just nestin' Watching you from every angle Guard down, wings hang my angel My lens is focused on you Only on you Watching you from every angle Guard down, wings hang my angel My lens is focused on you Only on you