Letra de The Saint

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