Heaven

On the seventh day of the week 
I pray the lord my soul to keep 
My legs are moving slow 
The temperature outside is strangely 
Unlike anything I've known 

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 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