| Song | Language of God - Original |
| Artist | Charlotte Martin |
| Album | Dancing on Needles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ready or not here it comes a pulverizing love | |
| Suddenly filling every void and hidden from all naked eyes now | |
| In every baby and open heart, the flowers up to the skies | |
| The purple comets, the orange doves and all this lifting me higher | |
| What do you want | |
| How do you plan to sleep now | |
| What do I want | |
| More of the feeling | |
| What do you want | |
| How do you plan to dream now | |
| What do I want | |
| I’m busting the ceilings | |
| We are letters and words in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must burn every time we’re lost | |
| We are twists and turns in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must yearn every time I love | |
| Every time I love you | |
| Every time I love | |
| Unraveling threads of common sense and algebra in my head | |
| Looking at you without a lense in nothing less than the sky splitting open$ | |
| Give me your kiss, give me your hand and get too personal please | |
| I want you more than to get you alive, I want to touch world and you touch back | |
| What do I want | |
| How do you plan to sleep now | |
| What do I want | |
| More of the feeling | |
| What do you want | |
| How do you plan to dream now | |
| What do I want | |
| I’m busting the ceilings | |
| We are letters and words in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must burn every time we’re lost | |
| We are twists and turns in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must yearn every time I love | |
| Ready or not here it comes a pulverizing | |
| Ready or not here it comes a pulverizing |
| Ready or not here it comes a pulverizing love | |
| Suddenly filling every void and hidden from all naked eyes now | |
| In every baby and open heart, the flowers up to the skies | |
| The purple comets, the orange doves and all this lifting me higher | |
| What do you want | |
| How do you plan to sleep now | |
| What do I want | |
| More of the feeling | |
| What do you want | |
| How do you plan to dream now | |
| What do I want | |
| I' m busting the ceilings | |
| We are letters and words in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must burn every time we' re lost | |
| We are twists and turns in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must yearn every time I love | |
| Every time I love you | |
| Every time I love | |
| Unraveling threads of common sense and algebra in my head | |
| Looking at you without a lense in nothing less than the sky splitting open | |
| Give me your kiss, give me your hand and get too personal please | |
| I want you more than to get you alive, I want to touch world and you touch back | |
| What do I want | |
| How do you plan to sleep now | |
| What do I want | |
| More of the feeling | |
| What do you want | |
| How do you plan to dream now | |
| What do I want | |
| I' m busting the ceilings | |
| We are letters and words in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must burn every time we' re lost | |
| We are twists and turns in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must yearn every time I love | |
| Ready or not here it comes a pulverizing | |
| Ready or not here it comes a pulverizing |
| Ready or not here it comes a pulverizing love | |
| Suddenly filling every void and hidden from all naked eyes now | |
| In every baby and open heart, the flowers up to the skies | |
| The purple comets, the orange doves and all this lifting me higher | |
| What do you want | |
| How do you plan to sleep now | |
| What do I want | |
| More of the feeling | |
| What do you want | |
| How do you plan to dream now | |
| What do I want | |
| I' m busting the ceilings | |
| We are letters and words in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must burn every time we' re lost | |
| We are twists and turns in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must yearn every time I love | |
| Every time I love you | |
| Every time I love | |
| Unraveling threads of common sense and algebra in my head | |
| Looking at you without a lense in nothing less than the sky splitting open | |
| Give me your kiss, give me your hand and get too personal please | |
| I want you more than to get you alive, I want to touch world and you touch back | |
| What do I want | |
| How do you plan to sleep now | |
| What do I want | |
| More of the feeling | |
| What do you want | |
| How do you plan to dream now | |
| What do I want | |
| I' m busting the ceilings | |
| We are letters and words in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must burn every time we' re lost | |
| We are twists and turns in the language of god | |
| And how his heart must yearn every time I love | |
| Ready or not here it comes a pulverizing | |
| Ready or not here it comes a pulverizing |