Bitter:Sweet - Moody скачать mp3

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 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 Who's that standing all alone Looking for someone to take her home Take me home Take me home Take me home Take me home