Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
Like A Prayer
Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like...

(Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me)