I go to church on Sunday, - incense in full bloom

I'm losing all of my conviction in that suffocating room

There, the stained glass windows, pouring down the day



I'm dreaming of your body as I'm kneeling down to pray



Praying that you stay, - be my midnight Hallelujah

Stay, be my 2 am amen

Stay, be my sweet, sweet revelation

Maybe in the morning we can makes amends

We can make amends, we can make amends



So many rules, no reason, and where the hell is Grace?

I'm tired of hypocrisy, nothing makes sense to me

So I go to church on Sunday, - trying for restraint

But I'm a tongue-tied black belt sinner and I'm running with the saints



Praying that you stay, - be my midnight Hallelujah

Stay, be my 2 am amen

Stay, be my sweet, sweet revelation

Maybe in the morning we can makes amends



So you lay your hands upon me

My whole world begins

If love is our religion, could it be a sin?



Stay, - be my midnight Hallelujah

Stay, be my 2 am amen

Stay, be my sweet, sweet revelation

Maybe in the morning we can makes amends.

Midnight. Hallelujah.