What He Wrote (OST Peaky Blinders/Острые козырьки)
Forgive me, I cannot stay. He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to save.
Love me, oh Lord, he threw me away, he laughed at my sense, 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 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.
Left me alone, when i needed the light. Fell to my knees, and i wept from my life
If he had offstage, you might understand. If he had offstage, 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 this ship.
Me fighting him, fighting life, fighting dawn. and 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, hero, I cannot stay. He cut out my tongue, there is nothing to save Love me oh Lord, he threw me away. He laughed at my sense, in his arms i must stay.
We write. That's alright. I miss his smell.
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.