Hozier - Take Me To Church

My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at her funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece 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 you
Command me to be well amen amen amen