Freelance Whales
Broken Horses

October's got those orange eyes
But somehow I still lost sight
When you lifted the lid off of my pumpkin head
And kissed me goodnight
Should it be a thorn in my side
We never quite broke that horse
She slept in the cul-de-sac rye
Seven miles from my front porch

Bundle up and come with me now
Down the road where to the burnt down barn
We could make a blanket of coats
And breathe our souls into the neighbours front lawn
But oh god that look in your eye
Trouble that does not search words
It sprung from the biblical vine
And are waiting to return to the dirt

The stitches in your winter clothes
Your cello bows
We stole your hair to make them
We're sorry for the iron shoes
We nailed to you
And stuck you in the rain
And then you sprinted away
Sprinted away to where I don't know
God's moving in your bloodstream
Where the cross beats aren't so slow

You swept all the red from my cheeks
I didn't hear you come back inside
And light up the gas in the den
And stand there in the thin winter light
But oh god that curve in your spine
A question mark
A doctor sign was framed by the windowsill
And you saw something I did not in the night
You saw something I did not in the night

The stitches in your winter clothes
Your cello bows
We stole your hair to make them
We're sorry for the iron shoes
We nailed to you
And stuck you in the rain
And then you sprinted away
Sprinted away to where I don't know
God's moving in your bloodstream
Where the cross beats aren't so slow


Mirror lyrics:

Where the cross beats aren't so slow
God's moving in your bloodstream
Sprinted away to where I don't know
And then you sprinted away
And stuck you in the rain
We nailed to you
We're sorry for the iron shoes
We stole your hair to make them
Your cello bows
The stitches in your winter clothes

You saw something I did not in the night
And you saw something I did not in the night
A doctor sign was framed by the windowsill
A question mark
But oh god that curve in your spine
And stand there in the thin winter light
And light up the gas in the den
I didn't hear you come back inside
You swept all the red from my cheeks

Where the cross beats aren't so slow
God's moving in your bloodstream
Sprinted away to where I don't know
And then you sprinted away
And stuck you in the rain
We nailed to you
We're sorry for the iron shoes
We stole your hair to make them
Your cello bows
The stitches in your winter clothes

And are waiting to return to the dirt
It sprung from the biblical vine
Trouble that does not search words
But oh god that look in your eye
And breathe our souls into the neighbours front lawn
We could make a blanket of coats
Down the road where to the burnt down barn
Bundle up and come with me now

Seven miles from my front porch
She slept in the cul-de-sac rye
We never quite broke that horse
Should it be a thorn in my side
And kissed me goodnight
When you lifted the lid off of my pumpkin head
But somehow I still lost sight
October's got those orange eyes


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