Get ready for love, him Get ready tot love, him Get for love, get ready
Well, most of all much ever really happens And god high up in the ordinary sky, yeah we find ourselves at our most distracted And the miracle that was creeps quietly by
Calling boy and girl Calling all the world every boy and girl Calling all the world
Get for love, praise him Get for love, praise him
The mighty wave their hankies their high-windowed palace Sending grief and joy down in doses And we search high and low mercy or malice the gate to the kingdom swings, shut and closes
Calling every boy and Calling all around the Calling boy and girl Calling all around the
Praise him till forgotten What you're him for? Praise him till forgotten What you're praising him Then praise him a little bit Yeah, praise him a little bit
Yeah, praise him you've forgotten What you're him for? him till you've forgotten What praising him for? him a little bit more Yeah, praise him a little bit
Get ready for love, him Get for love, get ready
I searched the seas and I've looked under the carpet And browsed the brochures that govern the skies Then I was hanging around, doing nothing And looked up to see his face burned in the retina of your
Calling boy and girl Calling all around the Calling boy and girl Calling all around the
Hey, get for love, yeah, praise him Yeah, getting for love, praise him