Binary Birds

It seems that this time
the virus on my phone
is taking me somewhere new
I think I've seen this screen before
while looking for my soul
I want to share some with you

I don't care about moving sounds
I'm looking for the proper outfit
to stay still

I'm looking for my mama's number
and I will go and go
and tell her that
I miss her.

This is the real life
I'm staring at my phone
this virus is beautiful

I swear I've seen your face before
maybe while I dreamt about
all those rubbish surreal things:
the golden goats and the shinning orbs
binary birds that we have set free

I better look for my mama's number
and I will go and go and tell her that
I miss her



Credits
Writer(s): Julián Mayorga, Ryota Miyake
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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