Laura Marling - What He Wrote

Forgive me, Hera, I cannot stayHe cut out my tongueThere is nothing to sayLove me, oh, Lord! He threw me awayHe laughed at my sinsIn his arms, I must stayHe wrote"I'm brokePlease send for me"But I am broken tooAnd spoken forDo not tempt meHer skin is whiteAnd I'm light as the sunSo holy light shines on the things you have doneSo I asked him how he became this manHow 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 stayLeft me alone when I needed the lightFell to my knees and I wept for my lifeIf he had have stayed, you might understandIf he had have stayed, you never would have taken my handHe wrote"I'm low, please send for me"But I am broken tooAnd spoken forDo not tempt meAnd where is the lamb that gave you your name?He had to leave, though I begged him to stayBegged him to stay in my cold wooden gripBegged him to stay by the light of this shipMe fighting him, fighting light, fighting dawnAnd the waves came and stole him and took him to warHe wrote"I'm brokePlease send for me"But I'm broken tooAnd spoken forDo not tempt meForgive me, Hera, I cannot stayHe cut out my tongueThere is nothing to saveLove me, oh, Lord! He threw me awayHe laughed at my sinsIn his arms, I must sayWe write"That's alright"I miss his smellWe speak when spoken toAnd that suits us wellThat suits us wellThat suits me well