Bittersweet Moody
On the seventh day of the week
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
My legs are moving slow
Temperature outside is strangely
Unlike anything I've known
Who's that lady in the dark?
I think she's lost he way
(was it me?)
Who's that standing all alone
Looking for someone to take her soul
On the seventh night of the week
I try to cry myself back to sleep
Unfortunately then, the scent of what was once a memory
That I loved has done me in
Who's that lady in the dark?
I think she's lost her way
(was it me?)
Who's that standing all alone
Looking for someone to take her home
Take me home
Take me home (was it me?)
Take me home (was it me?)
Take me home
