Broken Horse Lyrics - Singles - Freelance Whales

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 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 alone 

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 

I 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