Lyrics
Up where the air is clear
Thunder is drawing near
Smell static in the air
The soul's electric
When bodies congregate
It's fight or celebrate
Poor humans just can't wait
Galaxies wheel above
London lies dreaming of
Two hundred words for love
The soul's electric
Spirals of love and war
Is your love worth fighting for?
a-a-ah - feel the soul's electric
a-a-ah - the moon is much too high
a-a-ah - the soul's electric
a-a-ah - a hundred ways to fly
a-a-ah - feel the soul's electric
a-a-ah - we cannot get too high
a-a-ah - wide-eyed and restless
a-a-ah - we were born to fly
Out of the house
Out of our heads
Out of the cradle
Out of the house
Out of our heads
Out of the cradle
a-a-ah - feel the soul's electric
a-a-ah - hear the city breathe
a-a-ah - within the soul's electric
a-a-ah - the skin never sleeps
