Lyrics
The Chipmunks:
I can feel it, I know you're getting close (getting close, getting close)
And I miss you, let the truth be told (let the truth be told)
Pieces of pictures like we were twin satellites (ooh)
Fragments of Friday nights in my head (oh)
You're coming up hot on my radar (yeah)
I will always know where you are
Even if the signal's feeling far
I don't need any words like
Hey, hey, hey, hey (hey)
Comin' through loud and clear
I don't have to say