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
Traduction: L'Église. Electric.
Traduction: L'Église. Lash électrique.
in the sun Let me show you something that is really fun Take a sparkling holiday somewhere in bubblegum You can lie down in the shadow of electric silver
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
many things, too much to know Bring my timing in, seagulls gather on the wind Lady screaming, lady leave me out 'Cause sometimes people stare Coming down, electric
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
electric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close mine luv Freak out in a moonage daydream Whoa oh whoa oh whoa Keep your electric
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
Trying to make some time A million miles, a million girls A million real good times [Chorus] Don't you listen to a single word Against rock'n'roll The new religion, the electric church
Trying to make some time A million miles, a million girls A million real good times [Chrous] Don't you listen to a single word Against rock'n'roll The new religion, the electric church
flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric, perfected, cooking
my life. Just pray for me tonight. [Electric Solo] [Final Pre-Chorus and Chorus Combo] Now i'm hitting the wall and she begs me to quit, And she drags me to church
sing Lord 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