Drum Machine

It's so complicated
 The way that we talk all night
 Then you hang up the phone
 When things don't seem right
 Overly outdated
 The way you never stay the night
 You want to keep me
 But you like the fight
 All this time I've waited
 Trying to tell wrong from right
 Keep my composure
 Waiting for the green light
 I just want to know you number, baby
 I just want to know where you live
 I want to cut straight to the answer
 Before I even know what the question is
 Take my heart and place it
 Inside a box for me
 Kick drum in the basement
 Perfect clarity
 All my love is wasted
 Inside of drum machines
 Me inside the grid
 And the grid in me
 I just keep on racing
 Trying to keep the clock in line
 Fading in and out
 You don't have perfect timing
 I just want to know you number, baby
 I just want to know where you live
 I want to cut straight to the answer
 Before I even know what the question is
 It takes a machine
 To reset the dream
 Our love is asleep
 But you'll call me later anyway
 I'll follow the tide
 The shore will decide
 If I live or I die
 Wouldn't have it any other way
 We'll take a sabbatical
 Wouldn't it be magical?
 You're always so practical
 But I don't I want you to change
 I just want to know you number, baby
 I just want to know where you live
 I want to cut straight to the answer
 Before I even know what the question is
 I just want to know what you've been thinking lately
 I just want to know what gives
 I want to cut straight to the answer
 Before I even know what the question is
 I just want to know you number, baby
 I just want to know where you live
 I want to cut straight to the answer
 Before I even know what the question is