Lyrics: Max Kerman/Michael DeAngelis/Anthony Carone/Nick Dika/Tim Oxford
Music: Max Kerman/Michael DeAngelis/Anthony Carone/Nick Dika/Tim Oxford
I thought I could, I could keep it casual
Keep it flowing natural, keep the feelings out of this
There was nothing, no, there was nothing practical
It was all fun and games, but now it's serious business
I got some questions about love, alright?
We can run, but we can't hide
I don't recognize myself tonight
There's only one thing on my mind
We could have a sit-down with the heart
But the heart does what it likes
Do you wanna start a rumour with me?
Look into the future and see?
Can't hear a word anybody says
Unless I'm talking 'bout you and what I'm gonna do next
Like a computer, high-speed
Feeling like a user in need
Can't hear a word anybody says
Unless I'm talking 'bout you and what I'm gonna do next
Now wait a minute, wait a minute, let's get this right
Can we talk about your whereabouts on Saturday night?
And the security footage, I see you in black and white
With a mysterious figure, and you're heading inside
I got some questions about love, alright?
So I've been texting you all flight
But he's sleeping by your side
When will we come down from this high?
Operating like a couple of spies
And the whole city's got eyes
Do you wanna start a rumour with me?
Look into the future and see?
Can't hear a word anybody says
Unless I'm talking 'bout you and what I'm gonna do next
Like a computer, high-speed
Feeling like a user in need
Can't hear a word anybody says
Unless I'm talking 'bout you and what I'm gonna do next