Lyrics

Standing by on Sunday morning
The doors open without a warning
A massive building with stadium seating
Lighting rigs with a kick drum beating
Smoke machines and a laser show
Merchandise and a corporate logo
Right on cue the spotlights shine
Oh, how I wish I could fall in line

Tumbling down the wall
I'm reaching out to you
Don't You hear my call?

Here I am now
In the megachurch cosmos
With a fractured state of mind
In the megachurch cosmos
Waiting for some kind of sign.

The stage holds a jumbotron
And marble tile to dance upon
Endless families come streaming in
Just in time the houselights dim
The pastor’s voice projected from afar
He's less a priest and more of a pop star
It all explodes in glorious sound
Hands are raised and tears fall down

Tumbling down the wall
I'm reaching out to you
Don't You hear my call

Here I am now
In the megachurch cosmos
With a fractured state of mind
In the megachurch cosmos
Waiting for some kind of sign.

Tumbling down the wall
I'm reaching out to you
Don't You hear my call

Here I am now
In the megachurch cosmos
With a fractured state of mind
In the megachurch cosmos
Waiting for some kind of sign.

Maybe You've been speaking
Perhaps I've gone blind
I close my eyes
But nothing really changes...does it?