Midnight. Hallelujah.

I go to church on Sunday, incense in full bloom

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

There the stained glass windows, pouring down the day

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

Praying that you'll 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, 'cause nothing makes sense to me

So I go to church on Sunday, I'm trying for restraint

But I'm a tongue-tied black belt sinner

And I'm running with the saints

And I'm praying that you stay, be my midnight hallelujah

Stay, be my 2 am amen

Stay, be my sweet, sweet revelation

And maybe in the morning we can makes amends

So you lay your hands upon me (Lay your hands upon me)

My whole world begins (My whole world begins)

If love is our religion (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

And maybe in the morning we can makes amends

Baby if you stay, be my midnight hallelujah

Stay, be my 2 am amen

Stay, be my sweet, sweet revelation

And maybe in the morning we can makes amends

Maybe in the morning we can makes amends

Maybe in the morning we can makes amends