| It’s on again
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| You hate it but you know it then
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| You know it and so do your friends
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| And you can sing together when
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| It’s on
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| Pretend you love it because you love them
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| As you explode out of your phones (amen)
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| To make some music of your own (amen)
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| You can hate it softly to yourself alone
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| A man among amens
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| A ringing bell, or programmed drums or both
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| I couldn’t tell but I rejoice
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| A smoke machine or a swinging thurible
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| It was hard to see but I lifted up my voice
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| We’ve come together over we know not what…
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| A call to prayer, or the last for alcohol
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| We didn’t care; | 
| We knelt and bowed our heads
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| Or did we dance? | 
| Like we may never get another chance to disconnect
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| We’ve come together over we know not what to say I love you
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| I love you, I love you
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| I mean it, I want to feel it
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| God help me feel it
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| I love you
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| God knows I mean it
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| God help me feel it
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| God knows we mean it
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| God help us feel it…
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| We lie in bed
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| The wireless dancing through my head
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| Until I fear the space between my breath
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| I see an end to where I don’t love you like I can
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| Cause I’ve forgotten how it feels (amen)
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| To love someone or thing for real (amen)
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| Darling when you wake, remind me what we’ve done
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| That can’t be shared, or saved, or even sung
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| It’s on again
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| You nod your head and take my hand
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| Though I’m not sure where we’ll go (amen)
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| To worship more than what we know (amen)
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| As long as you’re there I won’t be alone
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| A man among amens |