The Electric Version - The New Pornographers

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

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

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

Streaming out of the magnets