What he wrote - live from york minster

Forgive me here I cannot stay He cut out my tongue There is nothing to say Love me? Oh lord, he threw me away He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay He wrote, I'm broke Please send for me But I'm broken too And spoken for Do not, tempt me Her 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 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 me alone, when I needed the light Fell to my knees, and I wept for my 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 low 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 grip Begged him to stay, by the light of my ship Me fighting him Fighting light Fighting dawn And 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, here, I cannot stay Cut out my tongue, there is nothing to say Love me oh lord, he threw me away He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay We write That's alright I miss his smell We speak When spoken to That suits us well That suits us well That suits me well