Goons - The 5 O'Clock Box

I got that strange feeling
Fingers in the dark
I've got that strange loving
Tearing us apart
I've got those warm memories
Beating in my heart
I need that moonlight loving
Waiting just to start
Queen run that biz
I wanna know who that is
Old wonder running through this kiss
Caribbean queen
Hey
Who's that chick?
I lost all sense of time
Sunrise when the line went cold
She was mixing ice with fire
Dancing all night, the music takes control
There's something in the way she moves
Something in the way she moves
Something in the way she moves
Got me feeling like I'm chasing truth
Feeling like I just can't lose
So my midnight senorita
Fragrance so sweet
The summertime scent of flowers
Darling
Can I get your digits?
How could you fall so hard
For someone you've only known for hours?
My life has been a smokescreen fire
She could be a brand new sky
Summer under red sunshine
Frozen in the golden time
Even if she wastes my time
I don't think I'd even mind
Like some kind of kryptonite
I'm believing every lie
Strange feeling
Fingers in the dark
I've got that strange loving
Tearing us apart
Right about the time I saw your
Figure flashing on the five o'clock box
Orange really ain't your colour
Somehow your fine features they
Pull it off
Newscasters can be so dramatic
Warping their words to make the public panic
Making you sound like some kind of fanatic
Locked him in the room and set fire to the attic
Damn!
Maybe I was wrong
How am I gonna swing this round?
Maybe a mistake in identity?
Or a conspiracy?
Supernatural entity trying to take you down
I better get my story straight
Don't want to be your goat to scape
I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt
But what if my bad judgement confirms me as your accomplice now?
I'm not sure I would be too proud
If my deeds
End up helping psycho maniacs out
When the police came round
Don't think the judge would agree
With my humility
When he found out
I have a bad tendency
Befriending state enemies
And harbouring fugitives
On my couch
Hey what's the sound?
When the police came round with a
Ratatat on the door
We in deep shit now

Written by:
Jack Townsend

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