Divine Intervention - Gum, Ginoli

Where did you go?

I searched the streets

Outside the church, between the streets

And I had no luck, even odds as it seems

Just the Holy Spirit come to me in a dream

And now what’s left, the son of God

You know I’d trade it for that night once more

In place of it, berated whore

Who sits open for your heavenly score

Divine

Divine intervention

Divine

Divine intervention

Oh, great pain can be sublime

And create shame can be so kind

And your neglect I will find

Hold on myself, preserve my time

And now what’s left, the son of God

You know I’d trade it for that night once more

In place of it, berated whore

Who sits open for your heavenly score

Divine

Divine intervention

Divine

Divine intervention

Divine

Divine intervention

Divine

Divine intervention

Am I walking?

In these streets, I walk to

Am I walking?

In the streets, I talk about you

And I can tell that you’ve been

Lying, lying, lying

And I can tell that you’ve been

Lying, lying, lying

And I can tell that you’ve been

Lying, lying, lying

And I can tell you don’t

Try, try, try

Divine

Divine intervention

Divine

Divine intervention

Divine

Divine intervention

Divine

Divine intervention