Kto zgadnie, co to za nuta?

My lover’s got humor
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshiped 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 HeaMy lover’s got humor
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshiped 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

Hej kochani!
Więc tak… wracam właśnie z badań w szpitalu (nie bójcie się, to nie koronaworus) może uda mi się coś napisać, a jesli nie, to napiszę dopiero jak będę w domu, ale coś napewno powinno się pojawić.