Moody

On the seventh day of the week

I pray the lord my soul to keep

My legs are moving slow

The temperature outside is strangely

Unlike anything I've known

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 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