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