 Here all along, I wrote you this song.
Anywhere you strum to, it-a won't quit.
Never mind time and you'll have a good time.
Hear my guitar, chiming and climbing,
Finding all the notes that nobody wrote.
In all that time, making it my religion..
Thinking is rhyming,
And click track timing,
Finding all the words that nobody's heard.
And in all that time, emitting my sweet vision.
Overnight sensation, my all night, every night religion.
Digging on my sweet vision, overnight religion.
Talking, you're strumming,
and swooning each tuning.
When you're looking sick, I'll alleviate it.
Each chord I lay a shape,
Make you awake, before you break.
Overnight sensation, my all night, every night religion.
Digging on my sweet vision, overnight religion.
Here all along, I wrote you this song,
For the ones I know who need it bad, (or 'need it baby?' 'I know made it back' when he sings it live.)
For the friends I haven't had,
For my sisters, brother's and mom and dad.
They are all my friends in the church beneath my chest.
See em' hanging over me every night, and it's alright.
And as I'm digging on my sweet vision.
Comes to me like, overnight religion...
Yeah...yeah...'
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