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I go to church on Sunday, incense in full bloom I'm losing all of my conviction in that suffocating room There‚ the stained glass windows‚ pouring down the day I'm dreaming of your body as I'm kneeling down to pray Praying that you 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, nothing makes sense to me So I go to church on Sunday, trying for restraint But I'm a tongue-tied black belt sinner and I'm running with the saints Praying that you 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 So you lay your hands upon me My whole world begins If 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 Maybe in the morning we can makes amends Aus Songtexte Mania