[Verse 1]
They're taking pictures of the man from God
I hope his cassock's clean
The burden of being a holy fella's
Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam

[Chorus 1]
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

[Verse 2]
You wrote me oh-so-many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you

[Chorus 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus 4]
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

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[Verse 5]
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
[Chorus 5]
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 ear