Chords for The Wrote & The Writ

_ _ [G#] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ [B] _
_ _ [G#] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [C#m] _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ [C#m] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] We're taking pictures of the [A] man from God, [E] hope his [B] cassocks clean.
[C#m] The burden of [G#] being a [A] holy fellow, is [E] your halo better [B] gleam, [E] better gleam.
_ What of all those [C#m] wayward priests, [E] the ones who like [B] to drink?
[E] Do you suppose to [B] swap their blood [C#m] for wine?
[E] Do you swap [B] yours for [E] ink for ink?
_ [C#m] You wrote me oh so [A] many letters, [E] and all of them [B] seem [C#m] true.
Promises look [B] good or low, you wouldn't put your [C#m] pen to bed,
[E] when we hadn't found our own our own.
_ [A] _
_ _ [G#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [B] _ [C#m]
Sentences rose [A] high at night, [E] and circled round [B] my head.
[C#m] Circles since been broken, [E] like the priest [B] before me is [E] breaking bread.
_ I'm being asked to drink the blood [C#m] of Christ, [E] and soon I'll eat [B] his flesh.
[E] I'm alone again [B] before [C#m] the altar, shedding [B] all [E] my old regrets.
_ [C#m] The last of which I'll [A] tell you now, [E] as it flies down [B] the sink.
I never knew a [A] part of you, [E] you didn't [B] set in [E] ink in ink.
_ The letters [A] that you left [C#m] behind, [E] no longer [B] shall I read.
[E] Blood's between the [C#m] pages, [E] and I can't stand [B] to see [E] you bleed.
_ [C#m] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ [C#m] _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [A] _
[D#] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [G#] _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ [C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] And I'll soon forget what [G#] was never [A] there, [E] your words are ash and dust.
[C#m] All that's [G#] left is a [A] song I've sung, [E] the breath I've taken, and the one I must. _
If you're born with a love for [B] the road and the red,
[E] people have [B] letters, your warning stands [E] clear.
They're heed to your [B] heart, and not [C#m] to your wit.
[E] Don't say the letter, what [B] you can't in [E] my ear.
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [G#] _ [A] _
_ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ [E] _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ [E] _
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