They're taking pictures of the man from God I hope his cassock's clean The burden of being our holy fellas Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam
What of all those wayward priests? The ones who like to drink Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink
You wrote me oh so many letters And all of them seemed true Promises look good on paper Especially from you, from you
The weight of all those willing words I carried all alone You wouldn't put your pen to bed When we hadn't found our own, our own
Your sentences rose high at night And circled round my head The circle's since been broken Like the priest before me is breaking bread
I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ And soon I'll eat his flesh I'm alone again before the altar Shedding all my old regrets
The last of which I'll tell you now As it flies down the sink I never knew a part of you You didn't set in ink, in ink
The letters that you left behind No longer shall I read Your blood's between the pages And I can't stand to see you bleed
And I'll soon forget what was never there Your words are ash and dust All that's left is the song I've sung The breath I've taken and the one I must
If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ People of letters your warning stands clear Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit Don't say in a letter what you can't in my earTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
