They're taking pictures of the man from God 
I hope his cassock's clean 
The burden of being our holy fellas 
Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam 

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 

You wrote me oh so many letters 
And all of them seemed [bad word] 
Promises look good on paper 
Especially from you, from you 

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 

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 

I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ 
And soon I'll eat his flesh 
I'm alone again before the altar 
Shedding all my old regrets 

The last of which I'll tell you now 
As it flies down the sink 
I never knew a part of you 
You didn't set in ink, in ink 

The letters that you left behind 
No longer shall I read 
Your blood's between the pages 
And I can't stand to see you bleed 

And I'll soon forget what was never there 
Your words are ash and dust 
All that's left is the song I've sung 
The breath I've taken and the one I must 

If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ 
People of letters your warning stands clear 
Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit 
Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear