Get for love, praise him Get tot love, praise him Get ready-ready for love, get
Well, most of all nothing much ever happens And god rides high up in the sky, yeah Until we ourselves at our most distracted And the miracle that was promised creeps by
every boy and girl Calling all around the Calling boy and girl all around the world
Get ready for love, him Get for love, praise him
The mighty wave their hankies from their high-windowed grief and joy down in supportable doses And we search high and low without mercy or While the gate to the swings, shut and closes
Calling every boy and Calling all around the Calling boy and girl all around the world
Praise him till forgotten What you're him for? Praise him till you've What praising him for? praise him a little bit more Yeah, him a little bit more
Yeah, him till you've forgotten What you're him for? him till you've forgotten What praising him for? Praise him a bit more Yeah, him a little bit more
Get for love, praise him Get ready for love, get
I searched the seven and I've looked under the carpet And browsed the brochures that govern the skies Then I was just hanging around, doing And looked up to see his face burned in the retina of your
Calling boy and girl Calling all the world Calling every boy and all around the world
Hey, get for love, yeah, praise him Yeah, ready for love, praise him