Paroles The Wrote and the Writ de Johnny Flynn

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They're taking pictures of the man from GodI hope his cassock's cleanThe burden of being our holy fellasYour halo'd better gleam, better gleamWhat of all those wayward priests?The ones who like to drinkDo you suppose they'd swap their blood for wineLike you swapped yours for ink, for inkYou wrote me oh so many lettersAnd all of them seemed truePromises look good on paperEspecially from you, from youThe weight of all those willing wordsI carried all aloneYou wouldn't put your pen to bedWhen we hadn't found our own, our own Your sentences rose high at nightAnd circled round my headThe circle's since been brokenLike the priest before me is breaking breadI'm being asked to drink the blood of ChristAnd soon I'll eat his fleshI'm alone again before the altarShedding all my old regretsThe last of which I'll tell you nowAs it flies down the sinkI never knew a part of youYou didn't set in ink, in inkThe letters that you left behindNo longer shall I readYour blood's between the pagesAnd I can't stand to see you bleedAnd I'll soon forget what was never thereYour words are ash and dustAll that's left is the song I've sungThe breath I've taken and the one I mustIf you're born with a love for the wrote and the writPeople of letters your warning stands clearPay heed to your heart and not to your witDon't say in a letter what you can't in my ear

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