Laura Marling - What He Wrote

年轻歌手。这首歌有着Leonard Cohen般游吟诗人气质,Mesmerizing...

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Forgive me Dear,
I cannot stay.
He cut out my tongue,
there is nothing to say.

Love me? oh no, he threw me away,
he laughed at my sins, in his arms i must
stay.

He wrote, I'm broke.
Please send for me.
I'm broken too,
and spoken for.
Do not, tempt me.

Her skin is fun, 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 that he learned,
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 you alone, when you needed the
light.
Fell to your knees, and you wept for your
life!

If he had of stayed, you might
understand.
If he had of stayed, you never would've
taken my hand.

He wrote,
I'm alone.
Please send for me.
but I'm broken too,
and spoken for.
Do not, tempt me.

and where is the lamb, that gave you your
name?
He had to flee, though I begged him to
stay.

Begged him to stay, in my cold wooden
grip.
Begged him to stay, by the light of my
ship.

Me fighting him,
fighting light,
fighting dawn.
The waves came,
and stole him,
and took him toward.

He wrote,
I'm broke.
Please send for me.
but I'm broken too,
and spoken for.
Do not, tempt me.

Forgive me, dear, I cannot stay.
He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to
say
Love me or not, he threw me away.
He laughed at my sins, in his arms i must
stay.

We write.
That's alright.
I miss his smell.

and we speak,
when spoken to.
That suits us well.

We write.
and that's alright.
but I miss his smell.

and i speak, when spoken to,
'cause that suits me well.
That suits me well.