Emily Jane White - The Preacher lyrics

One, two, three, four

You're like a brother oh, to me
A drunken lover climbed up on me
No, I did not ask for your rings
No, I did not ask for these things

With a candle and an axe
Light the bed frame leave the wax
You said I will not take you with me
We watched the wind fall a tree
Thank you for sparing me

But, oh, unto the preacher
Oh, you have no name and oh
Under the serpent's lair is where you lay
The moon it hangs high in the night sky

Oh, your robes were worn straight thin
Oh, damaged oh, within

You said, I'm a hollow house of a man
A dour requiem plays within
But nobody plucks a string
A handless symphony
That's why I did not ask for these things

But, oh, unto the preacher
Oh, you have no name and oh
Under the serpent's lair is where you lay
The moon still hangs high in the night sky

To thine own self be true
In a dark corridor, I found you
To cast a light in the dark
On two already broken hearts
But I walk separately
Thank you for sparing me