Under the Radar

We met on neutral ground, but before I knew Your troops would take my heart in annexation We called it love but now I'd best compare it to Some kind of military operation You came and conquered, but you also made me pay Good old Red Baron versus Enola Gay Flying Can't see you come or go You've got to let me know Sooner or later Please report to flight control Just pick up the phone and call They said your love was known to quickly disappear Well, you really lived up to your reputation But even so, I never thought you'd leave me here In such a sorry state of devastation My screen is empty, you're impossible to track It's only green with envy, but all the rest stays black You're flying You're flying way too low You've got to let me know Sooner or later Please report to flight control All you got to do is call I'm looking at the runway, waiting for your plane to land Pushing all buttons, but I know I've lost command You never needed my permission to take off Sweet reckless pilot of love Can't you see come or go (you're really way too low) You've got to let me know Sooner or later If you want to save my soul Just pick up the phone and call