Turns into coldness Like the words that we say, today And as the city glows Electric people nobody knows Electric dreams, nobody knows When you touch my skin, the feeling is electric
The electric lash of trees in the studio Fills my head with light Only the voice of the girl on the radio Falling from a height And I turn to leave as
Übersetzung: Die Kirche. Electric.
Übersetzung: Die Kirche. Electric Lash.
flashing. Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells
electric My light is electric, yeah My light is electric My light is electric, yeah I've got electric eyes And I can get you high I've got electric eyes
many things to much to know I bring my timing in seagulls gather on the wind lady screaming lady leave me out Cause sometimes people stare sitting down electric
: yeah, yeah yeah its about the time we'd like to present you to the electric church and baby if you would you all listen to our notes here here in our
) So we partied up, somebody came up in the Church and lit a blunt Almost made me drop my Hennessy in my cup It was crazy, the Church turned to a party
the dirt Made red mud, slush of guts I wanna stand up or pull back by sluts That's when the sky had erupt Waves of electric white light Graves across
I fasted at horse run I bet 20 on red, lost all my cash in Blackjack Now let me back track, drunk all the whiskey by nine And Church by 11 and flirted
about to climb home mental thoughts are sharper than a pine cone in this world of numbers I keep my nine on and I don?t go to church because the line
winning we can stop and shout Making love towards perfection Jon Anderson Vocals Steve Howe Electric guitar and vocals Chris Squire Bass guitar and vocals Rick Wakeman Church
so what the fuck you gon' do Wit the murderers, killas, and 20-second car jackers Terrorists, dealers, and master computer hackers Back in the days you could trust your church
knows how I miss those days [Patti] (Wyclef) Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how I miss those days) Doing the electric slide at every party
from heaven, about to climb home Mental thoughts are sharper than the pinecone In this world of numbers, I keep my nine on And I don't go to church
screen it is safe, it is clean silent movie black and white charlie chaplin is on tonight science fiction, history electric church, comedy I press the
