The Preacher - Emily Jane White

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