Kat Frankie - The Saint lyrics

Take me down from the old windmill
Make for the south, I hear them still
Shake out the awakening I call to you
Why don't you tell me you love me

Carry me awake through sleep and fog
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

Gone in the morning and drowning dark
Sick to the skin, hollow heart
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's burning saint
Saint saint