hallelujah I came to Wednesday service sing to me tonight there’s a burning in my breast burning down the building daddy does his best heavenly release jealously the hymnals fly into the streets candle in my hand adolescent fingers dancing in the wax hallelujah I am bathed in tender madness brought up in the light your believer waits quiet little sleeper till the fever breaks hours in their sight faces in the wood grain speak to me tonight running down his cheek tears of endless anguish things he cannot speak and if God was really there listening to that man’s prayer I’m ashamed of all the faith I had in Him prayers on our lips following the lines rigid and unbroken keeping us in time keeping us awake harbinger of light instrument of Heaven carry us away sing to me sing to me of love