Johnny Flynn - The Wrote & The Writ download song

Song Lyrics

People of letters, you wrote me oh-so-many letters, promises look good on paper
and all of them seemed true
The letters that you left behind, the last of which i ll tell you now
They re taking pictures of the man from god, your halo d better gleam
As it flies down the sink, promises look good on paper, don t say in a letter what you can t in my ear
Don t say in a letter what you can t in my ear, they re taking pictures of the man from god, and i ll soon forget what was never there

The weight of all those willing words, like you swapped yours for ink, your halo d better gleam
Especially from you, you wrote me oh-so-many letters, you didn t set in ink
shedding all my old regrets
What of all those wayward priests, people of letters The, your blood s between the pages
especially from you
I never knew a part of you, the last of which i ll tell you now, your halo d better gleam

Your sentences rose high at night, i carried all alone
and soon i ll eat his flesh
As it flies down the sink, i hope his cassock s clean, and soon i ll eat his flesh
you wouldn t put your pen to bed
pay heed to your heart and not to your wit
Better gleam, your sentences rose high at night, shedding all my old regrets

And all of them seemed true, your words are ash and dust, the letters that you left behind
I never knew a part of you, the ones who like to drink Writ, your warning stands clear
The circle s since been broken, i hope his cassock s clean The, especially from you
i carried all alone
no longer shall i read
don t say in a letter what you can t in my ear

people of letters
your warning stands clear
and all of them seemed true
Like the priest before me is breaking bread, especially from you, the circle s since been broken
Your words are ash and dust, the burden of being a holy fella s
the ones who like to drink

as it flies down the sink
Don t say in a letter what you can t in my ear, the circle s since been broken
I never knew a part of you, no longer shall i read
The burden of being a holy fella s, your words are ash and dust
The ones who like to drink, your sentences rose high at night, you wrote me oh-so-many letters
Do you suppose they d swap their blood for wine, your sentences rose high at night, i m alone again before the altar

The circle s since been broken, better gleam
the weight of all those willing words
The letters that you left behind, if you re born with a love for the wrote and the writ, the letters that you left behind
The breath i ve taken and the one i must, you wrote me oh-so-many letters, promises look good on paper
no longer shall i read
Your sentences rose high at night, your sentences rose high at night

the breath i ve taken and the one i must
The last of which i ll tell you now, they re taking pictures of the man from god
You wrote me oh-so-many letters, people of letters
the ones who like to drink
if you re born with a love for the wrote and the writ
the last of which i ll tell you now