The Electric Version

The sound of
God is the screech of tires, lights and magnets, bolts and wires, strayed from the road, this very one
Still to come, the sound of tires is the sound of
God, the electric version
The power and blood will pulse through your song, just as long as it sounds lost, streaming out of the magnets
Strung together like
Christmas lights, twelve whole seconds of history might lead you from where you went off the track welcome back
Our electric version calls, you alone create the full spectrum of light, so what could go wrong?
Just as long as it sounds lost, streaming out of the magnets
The card you're dealt by the crowd goes wild, make believe you are an only child
Here are the clothes, please put them on
Still to come, a new parade of faith and sparks, the electric version harks back to the day when there was no wrong just as long as it sounds lost, streaming out of the magnets