Your phone is out of order and your doorbell's on the blink   You blew a curcuit breaker running water in the sink   There's feedback in your stereo   And lightning struck your aerial   And Thomas Alva Edison is crying from his grave   But he can't save us   There's devils in the line, and demons in the power   Deceivers of the sun, the glass, the hour   And some mad prince or doctor throwing switches in the tower   Defines the dark, defying you to see   The plastic grass laid in his yard   His tarnished brass no spirits guard   The world of possiblity   Wonder and beauty   Nearing reality   The chancing of perfection   May it be so   What other way to go   You electrify me, love   Most of all when you are by me, love   And even when you deny me, love   Your warm, alive, electric body, love   Your kiss, kinetic and potential, love   Charging the living battery full, love   You electrify me   You electrify me