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Laura Marling

What He Wrote

 

What He Wrote

(album: I Speak Because I Can - 2010)


Forgive me, Hera, I cannot stay
He cut out my tongue
There is nothing to say

Love me, oh Lord
He threw me away
He laughed at my sins
In his arms I must stay

He wrote
I'm broke
Please send for me
But I am broken too
And spoken for
Do not tempt me

Her skin is white
And I'm light as the sun
So holy light shines on the things you have done
So I asked him how he became this man
How did he learn to hold fruit in his hands?
And where is the lamb that gave you your name?
He had to leave though I begged him to stay

Left me alone when I needed the light
Fell to my knees and I wept for my life
If he had have stayed you might understand
If he had have stayed you never would have taken my hand

He wrote
I'm low, please send for me
But I am broken too
And spoken for
Do not tempt me
And where is the lamb that gave you your name?
He had to leave though I begged him to stay

Begged him to stay in my cold wooden grip
Begged him to stay by the light of this ship
Me fighting him, fighting light, fighting dawn
And the waves came and stole him and took him to war

He wrote
I'm broke
Please send for me
But I'm broken too
And spoken for
Do not tempt me

Forgive me Hera, I cannot stay
He cut out my tongue
There is nothing to save
Love me, oh Lord, he threw me away
He laughed at my sins
In his arms I must say

We write
That's alright
I miss his smell
We speak when spoken to
And that suits us well

That suits us well
That suits me well

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