Your phone is out of order and your doorbell's on the blink

You blew a curcuit breaker running water in the sink

There's feedback in your stereo

And lightning struck your aerial

And Thomas Alva Edison is crying from his grave

But he can't save us

There's devils in the line, and demons in the power

Deceivers of the sun, the glass, the hour

And some mad prince or doctor throwing switches in the tower

Defines the dark, defying you to see

The plastic grass laid in his yard

His tarnished brass no spirits guard

The world of possiblity

Wonder and beauty

Nearing reality

The chancing of perfection

May it be so

What other way to go

You electrify me, love

Most of all when you are by me, love

And even when you deny me, love

Your warm, alive, electric body, love

Your kiss, kinetic and potential, love

Charging the living battery full, love

You electrify me

You electrify me