Paroles: Therapy?. Semi-Detached. Church Of Noise.

She goes places I won't go
She knows things that I don't know

Welcome to the church of noise
Welcome to the church of noise

(It takes more than intellect to be a musician)
(Put your soul into it)
(OK?)

This goes way beyond beliefs
Take this far away from me

Welcome to the church of noise
Welcome to the church of noise

Empire's singing on the back door step
Showband's dying on my radio set
Every light shines out on a sunday
Heaven sent with guilt and regret
I am lost in your acetylene light, so bad
One more trip, one more trip to my head
To my head now

Red skies, summer marches on
We should go away together, mongrels in a mess forever

Welcome to the church of noise (welcome, welcome)
Welcome to the church of noise (welcome, welcome)
Welcome to the church of noise (welcome, welcome)
Welcome to the church of noise (welcome, welcome)