[Verse 1]
They're taking pictures of the man from God
I hope his cassock's clean
The burden of being a holy fella's
Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam
[Chorus 1]
What 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 ink
[Verse 2]
You wrote me oh-so-many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you
[Chorus 2]
The 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 own
[Verse 3]
Your sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking bread
They're taking pictures of the man from God
I hope his cassock's clean
The burden of being a holy fella's
Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam
[Chorus 1]
What 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 ink
[Verse 2]
You wrote me oh-so-many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you
[Chorus 2]
The 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 own
[Verse 3]
Your sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking bread
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