Of Montreal - Holiday Call lyrics

Is that you, my Lord? Hands on my knee, my Lord? Fingers running up my sleeve, my Lord? Asking me to leave with you? Oh, my Lord Is that you, my Lord? Hands on my knee, my Lord? Fingers running up my sleeve, my Lord? Asking me to leave with you My Lord? I freaked at the festival I'm almost sick again Our memories are sighed away All the TVs are stoned It's no construct for prayer Is that you, my Lord? Hands on my knee, my Lord? Fingers running up my sleeve, my Lord? Asking me to leave with you Oh, my Lord? I freaked at the festival I'm almost sick again Our memories are found again All the telephones are stoned It's no construct for prayer b**h you know it's got to bounce Don't lie to me, Charlies I hardly know you I know enough to stay away No row boat for you Wishes granting Out of date Don't lie to me, Charlies I hardly know you I know enough, enough to stay away No row boat for you Don't lie to me, Charlies I hardly know you