Electric Prayer

This is my electric prayer
No words, just the air

Warehouse doors at four a.m.
Blue light on the concrete floor
Grandma's hymn inside my headphones
The one she sang by the kitchen door
Every stranger is a witness
Every strobe a candle lit
I came here with a thousand questions
And the bass line answered it

Build it up
Let it rise
Thunder in my chest tonight
Build it up
Let it flare
This is my electric prayer

This is my electric prayer
Three hundred hands in the morning air
I was lost but the sound was there
Calling me, calling me
This is my electric prayer
Her old hymn riding on the snare
Every amen hanging there
Calling me home

Electric prayer
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Say it there
Electric prayer
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Say it there

She'd have called this place a sinner's
With the smoke machine and the noise
But she taught me how to close my eyes
When a room becomes one voice
No confession, no permission
Just the sweat and the rising light
I don't know what I believe in
But I believe in this tonight

Build it up
Let it rise
Thunder in my chest tonight
Build it up
Let it flare
This is my electric prayer

Blessed assurance
In a warehouse at dawn
She sang it slow
I sing it on

Build it up
Build it up
Let it rise
Build it up
Build it up
Open eyes
Open eyes

This is my electric prayer
Three hundred hands in the morning air
I was lost but the sound was there
Calling me, calling me
This is my electric prayer
Her old hymn riding on the snare
Sun comes up on the fire stair
Calling me home

Electric prayer