Through cerulean hue Praise place comes into view Chance fills up the room Train sounds underneath the moon Hands raised to the roof Grey slate under flat boots Best friend you ever knew Miracles are coming out the blue Circle dances like a quaker Brings me right back to the pit I search for a saviour, Never know when this is it Preaching it to the congregation, Club Burning up, conflagration Bread and wine consecrated Let's have a conversation At night service Saturday mass Night service Saturday mass All the nights with stained glass In the future see the past Night service Saturday mass Night service Saturday mass Night service Saturday mass All the nights with stained glass In the future see the past Night service Saturday mass Loud in there right They are going in on the decks tonight Yeah It reminds me of this other night Let me tell you a story I was playing at the Avalon I was taking shots like Avedon It was the era before the phone So a party photographer tagged along Neon beams was flashing The DJ played the rapture Saw the light reflective rays She was dressed like Chloë Sevigny Met her on the seventh day On tour it was going off On the road with 12 apostles Out there trying to spread the gospel Started missing daylight Knew I had to stop raving Woke up came back to life and got reincarnated At Night service Saturday mass Night service Saturday mass All the nights with stained glass In the future see the past Night service Saturday mass Night service Saturday mass All the nights with stained glass In the future see the past Got so high I might just float Think I caught the holy ghost We turn into wine Yeah, we do this all the time Got some places we can go Got so high I might just float Think I caught the holy ghost We turn into wine Yeah, we do this all the time Got some places we can go