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? (Was it me?)   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   Take me home (Was it me?)   Take me home   Take me home