Where did you go? I searched the streets
Outside the church, between the sheets
And I had no luck, even odds as it seems
Just the Holy Spirit come to me in a dream

And now what's left, the son of God
You know I'd trade it for that night once more
In place of it, berated whore
Who sits open for your heavenly score

Divine
Divine intervention
Divine
Divine intervention

Oh, great pain can be sublime
And great shame can be so kind
And your neglect I will find
Hold on myself, preserve my time

And now what's left, the son of God
You know I'd trade it for that night once more
In place of it, berated whore
Who sits open for your heavenly score

Divine
Divine intervention
Divine
Divine intervention
Divine
Divine intervention
Divine
Divine intervention

Am I walking?
In these streets, I walk to
Am I walking?
In the streets, I talk about you
And I can tell that you've been
Lying, lying, lying
And I can tell that you've been
Lying, lying, lying
And I can tell that you've been
Lying, lying, lying
And I can tell you don't
Try, try, try

Divine
Divine intervention
Divine
Divine intervention
Divine
Divine intervention
Divine
Divine intervention