Digit one:
Flies me up to the satellite
Digit two:
I scamper through the optical fiber at the bottom of an ocean
Digit three:
Over a highway I swim towards your city
Digit four:
I run through the channels of your headquarters
Do you hear my calling there
I crave I hunger
Set free please let me out
And pick up the handset
Digit five:
Now I am passing by your metro station
Digit six:
Some couple is kissing each other in our pub
Digit seven:
On the corridor there is a perfume scent but it's not you
Digit eight:
My secret code
I have 13 digits committed to memory
That carry me to you
Do you hear this mufflled scream
And are you there at your place
Do you hear my calling there
I crave I hunger
Set free please let me out
And pick up the handset