Moody - Bitter:Sweet

On the seventh day of the week

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

My legs are moving slow

Temperature outside is strangely

Unlike anything I’ve known

Who’s that lady in the dark?

I think she’s lost he 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