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