Moody کے بول

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