Verse
Organ swells like the roof caves in
Stacks of chords wrap around our skin
Siren creeps through the low end drone
Chapel smoke where the light gets thrown
Hands go up when the choir cuts through
Every voice bends back into you
Holy hum on the two and four
Congregation on the dancefloor
Pre-Chorus
Who's the preacher, who's the choir?
What's this feeling, pulling us higher?
Why's my body speaking in tongues?
Where's the difference — the drums, the lungs?
Chorus
Sirens under the organ, sirens under the organ
Wailing low while the chords keep calling
Hands up high when the bassline's falling
Sirens under the organ, sirens under the organ
Verse
Stained glass strobe paints the ceiling blue
Every stranger singing back to you
Call it worship, call it the drop
Nobody's leaving, nobody stop
Bassline testify through the floor
Sub bass knocking the chapel door
Sweat like holy water on the skin
Room breathes out then breathes back in
Pre-Chorus
Who's the sinner, who's the saint?
Why's the strobe light feel like paint?
What's this current run through the crowd?
Why's the silence louder than the sound?
Chorus
Sirens under the organ, sirens under the organ
Wailing low while the chords keep calling
Hands up high when the bassline's falling
Sirens under the organ, sirens under the organ
Bridge
Lift your hands, lift, lift
Let the organ hold the floor, hold the floor
Sirens rising, don't need words no more
Just the hum and the four to the floor
Four to the floor, four to the floor
Chorus
Sirens under the organ, sirens under the organ
Wailing low while the chords keep calling
Hands up high when the bassline's falling
Sirens under the organ, sirens under the organ
