Turn off Your Phone

So it's time to move it over
Growing a taste for time
I'll leave it up to you son
Lead the way in your prime

Cause everybody is talking
To someone they know by now
I'll open my ears to the sound of your call
Until she comes around

Cause I'm fed up talking
I'd rather be locking
My eyes into your gaze
Sideways

I'll take you home if you'll turn off your phone
And race me to hell my dear

When we're caught up in the pillow
I've never wanted to leave
But when we come to stand still
You know I hate how you breathe

But I love the way that you feel girl
It allows me the taste of pride
I dial it up for the sound of your call
I'm in it for the ride

I'd lose it all
To have seen that big tornado coming
And realign
With a broken pedal in the morning

I'll take you home if you'll turn off your phone
And race me to hell my dear
I'll take you home if you'll turn off your phone
And race me to hell my dear
I'll take you home if you'll turn off your phone
And race me to hell my
Race me to hell my
Race me to hell my dear