Testo di Churches

Well, I found my church in a hotel parking lot Vacant signs for a vacant kinda heart And I drove my car through a fast-food paradise Neon lights and a British appetite Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh we're all searching for grace We're all searching for In America It's hysteria Everyone has lost control Can you feel it now People in the crowd Well religion left the building 'bout an hour ago Well some pray for fame Some for fortune They say "play my song on the radio station" And it must be nice to be a traveling man With your feet on the ground and a guitar in your hand Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh we're all searching for grace Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh we're all searching for grace We're all searching for In America It's hysteria Everyone has lost control Can you feel it now People in the crowd Well religion left the building about an hour ago Well, I wanted to feel wanted Like I had a contagious soul And I wanted to feel wanted Like I had a contagious soul And I wanted to feel wanted Like I had a contagious soul And I wanted And I wanted for you to please let me go