What He Wrote - Live From York Minster

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'm broke in two, 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 of stayed, you might understand
If he had of stayed, you never would have taken my hand

He wrote I'm broke, please send for me
But I'm broke in two, 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 life, fighting dawn
And the waves came and stole him and took him to war

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