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
Sounds lost
Sounds lost

Streaming out of the magnets

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
Sounds lost
Sounds lost

Streaming out of the magnets

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
Sounds lost
Sounds lost

Streaming out of the magnets

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
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The Electric Version Lyrics

The New Pornographers – The Electric Version Lyrics

Songwriters: CARL ALLAN NEWMAN
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