The Saint Songtext
von Kat Frankie

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 in dark
Sick to the skin, and 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