Johnny Flynn - The wrote and the writ

They're taking ^Ampictures of the ^Cman from^F God I ^Chope his cassock's^G clean The^Am burden of being our ho^Cly fe^Fllas You^Cr halo'd better^G gleam, bett^Cer gleam

^CWhat of all those wayw^Amard priests? ^CThe ones who like to ^Gdrink ^CDo you suppose they'd swap their bl^Good for^Am wine ^CLike you swapped yours for i^Gnk, fo^Cr ink

You w^Amrote me oh so ma^Cny le^Ftters And al^Cl of them seemed t^Grue ^AmPromises look goo^Cd on ^Fpaper ^CEspecially from^G you, fr^Com you

^C The weight of all those wil^Amling words ^CI carried all a^Glone ^CYou wouldn't put your p^Gen to be^Amd ^CWhen we hadn't found our^G own, our o^Cwn

^AmYour sentences rose hi^Cgh at^F night And circl^Ced round my h^Gead The circle^Am's since be^Cen br^Foken Like th^Ce priest before me is b^Greaking ^Cbread

I'm bei^Cng asked to drink the blood of ^AmChrist And ^Csoon I'll eat his fle^Gsh ^CI'm alone again^G before the ^Amaltar ^CShedding all my^G old regre^Cts

The la^Amst of which I'll te^Cll yo^Fu now ^CAs it flies down the^G sink ^AmI never knew a pa^Crt of^F you You did^Cn't set in ^Gink, in ^Cink

Th^Ce letters that you left b^Amehind No long^Cer shall I r^Gead ^CYour blood's ^Gbetween the ^Ampages ^CAnd I can't stand to s^Gee you ^Cbleed

And I'll soo^Amn forget what was n^Cever ^Fthere Your words^C are ash and du^Gst All that's ^Amleft is the song I^C've s^Fung The breath^C I've taken and the ^Gone I mu^Cst

If you're b^Corn with a love for the wrote and ^Amthe writ People of ^Cletters your warning stands cle^Gar P^Cay heed to your heart and^G not to you^Amr wit Don't say in a^C letter what you^G can't in m^Cy ear