Hozier Take Me To Church

My lover s got humour, She s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody s disapproval I should ve worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouth piece Every Sunday s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me worship in the bedroom The only heaven I ll be sent to Is when I m alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen Take me to church I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I m a pagan of the good times My lover s the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That s a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable We ve a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church