The Wrote & The Writ Lyrics

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 gleamWhat 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 inkYou wrote me, oh so many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from youThe 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 ownYour sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking breadI'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 regretsThe 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 inkThe letters that you left behind
No longer shall I read
Your blood's between the pages
And I can't stand to see you bleedAnd 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 mustIf 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