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