Hozier - năm: 2013

  • Take me to church

    1. My lover's got humour , she's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disap proval I should've worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak she is 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 ab- solutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom. The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you. I...