Любовь как религия: «мой храм не предлагает абсолютов, она говорит — молись в спальне» — герой обожествляет возлюбленную, противопоставляя живую страсть мёртвой церковной доктрине.
Em Am Em
My lover’s got humour,
Am G
She’s the giggle at a funeral,
Am Em
Knows everybody’s disapproval,
Am Em
I should’ve worshipped her sooner.
Am Em
If the heavens ever did speak,
Am G
She’s the last true mouthpiece.
Am Em
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak,
Am D
А fresh poison each week.
C6
“We were born sick.” You heard them say it.
Em Am Em
My church offers no absolutes.
Am G
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom.”
Am Em
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Am D
Is when I’m alone with you.
C6
I was born sick, but I love it.
C G
Command me to be well.
C G Cm G Cm G G5 F#5
Amen, amen, amen.
Chorus:
F#5 F5 Em
Take me to church.
B
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
G
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.
Am
Offer me that deathless death,
Em A5 G5
And, good God, let me give you my life.
G5 F#5 Em
Take me to church.
B
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
G
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.
Am
Offer me that deathless death,
Em A5 G5 G5 F#5
And, good God, let me give you my life.
Em Am Em
If I’m a pagan of the good times,
Am G
My lover’s the sunlight.
Am Em
To keep the goddess on my side,
Am D
She demands a sacrifice.
C6
To drain the whole sea,
Em
Get something shiny.
Am Em
Something meaty for the main course,
Am G
That’s a fine-looking high horse.
Am Em
What you got in the stable?
Am D
We’ve a lot of starving faithful.
C
That looks tasty;
C
That looks plenty.
C
This is hungry work.
Chorus:
Em
Take me to church.
B
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
G
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.
Am
Offer me that deathless death,
Em A5 G5
And, good God, let me give you my life.
G5 F#5 Em
Take me to church.
B
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
G
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.
Am
Offer me that deathless death,
Em A5 G5 G5 F#5
And, good God, let me give you my life.
C G B7/F# Em/G
No masters or kings when the ritual begins.
Em C G B7/F# Em/G
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.
Em C G B7/F# Em/G
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
Em C G
Only then I am human;
B7/F# Em G/D
Only then I am clean.
Cm C
Oh,
G C G Cm G Cm G G5 F#5
Oh, amen, amen, amen.
Chorus:
F#5 F5 Em
Take me to church.
B
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
G
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.
Am
Offer me that deathless death,
Em A5 G5
And, good God, let me give you my life.
G5 F#5 Em
Take me to church.
B
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
G
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.
Am
Offer me that deathless death,
Em A5 G5 G5 F#5
And, good God, let me give you my life.
Outro: Em
Знаете ли вы, что...
- Хозиер написал песню в доме родителей в Брей (графство Уиклоу, Ирландия) и записал демо на чердаке. Продюсер Роб Кирван оставил вокал из демо-записи, сочтя его достаточно мощным. Клип посвящён преследованию геев в России. Песня номинирована на Грэмми «Песня года» и сертифицирована бриллиантовым статусом в США.