Ellie Goulding, Sam Lewis - Take Me to Church lyrics

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
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 absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well

Amen amen amen

Take me to church i'll worship like a dog at
The shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and
You can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church i'll worship like a dog at
The shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and
You can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty that looks plenty
This is hungry work

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence
Than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of
That sad earthly scene only then I am human
Only then I am clean