Текст песни Night Service - Jacques Greene feat. Cadence Weapon

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