The saint lyrics

Take me down from the old windmill

Make for the south, I hear them still

Shake at the awaken, and I call to you

Why don't you tell me you ...

Carry me awake through sleep and fall

Slip through cracks as language does

Broken like a book, and I call to you

Why don't you tell me you love me

No, you go on ahead

'Cause your companion sets my teeth on edge

My dear, do carry on

A thimble of faith from a faithless tongue

Are you gone in the morning and drown in the dark

Sick to the skin hollow hearts

Body like a bag, and I call to you

Why don't you tell me you love me

And if it's a question of fiction, there's nothing to face

I'm not the unknown religion, I'm nothing to face

I don't want to fight, I don't, don't want to fight

I don't want to fight, I don't, don't want to fight

Don't want to fight

No.

You go on ahead

'Cause your companion sets my teeth on edge

My dear, do carry on

A thimble of faith from a faithless tongue

My body burns,

Saint, yes

Saint, yes..

• Artist:Kat Frankie