The New Pornographers - 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 (x3)

streaming out of the magnets ahhh

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 (x3)

streaming out of the magnets (x3)

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 (x3)

streaming out of the magnets, (x3)
ahhh

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba (x2)