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What He Wrote

by Laura Marling

Couplet 1

Forgive* me Hera, I cannot stay                                                                                                *(pardoner)
He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to say
Love me or loathe, he threw* me away                                                                       *(to throw: jeter, lancer)
He laughed at my sins*, in his arms I must stay                                                                             *(pêchés)

 

Chorus
He wrote, I'm broke*                                                                                                                                 *(ruiné)
Please send for me
But I'm broken too, and spoken for
Do not tempt me

Our skin is white, 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 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 stay                                                                   *(to beg: supplier)

Left me alone when I needed the light
Fell to my knees and I wept for my life
If he had stayed you might understand
If he had stayed you never would have taken my hand

He wrote, I'm love
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 leave though I begged him to stay

Begged him to stay in my cold wooden rib
Begged him to stay by the light of the ship

Me fighting him, fighting light, fighting dawn
And the waves came and stole him and took him to war

Chorus


Couplet 1


We write, that's all right
I miss his smell
And we speak when spoken to
And that suits* us well x2                                                                *(to suit someone : convenir à quelqu’un)
That suits me well

 

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