Paroles de The Preacher

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