I'm in Your Church at Night - Active Child

Climb the fence and in through the side door

Past the sarcophagi laid down on the dirt floor

There we were, holding hands

Singing thru the hole in the ceiling

Into the heavens

I’m in your church at night

Singing «hallelujah» at the top of my lungs

No one spoke as our voices rose

Stars were shining

And so were our souls

But now it’s just a memory burnt in my brain

The power that we felt that night will never be explained

I’m in your church at night

Singing «hallelujah» at the top of my lungs

I’m in your church at night

Singing «hallelujah» at the top of my lungs