Kat Frankie - 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 love me 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 Gone in the morning and drowned 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