Hozier-Take Me To Church

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped 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