No Salesman Lyrics - Javelin - Jordan Klassen

Hey, Theresa, neighbours still a long way from the start 

Selling secrets just to pay our dues and play our parts 

Cold September brings the oldest longing in my heart 

Words are kicking off a dust of wind of where we are 

But I love you more, I love you more 

Like kick drums on your bedroom door 

And I throw on some piece of mind 

But you still ain't the salesman kind 

Now we're floundering like foals in brambles in the night 

Now we're poking out our eyes to kill the end in sight 

I would rather tell you yes than tell you that I might 

I would rather tell you lies than give in to the fight 

But I love you more, I love you more 

Like kick drums on your bedroom door 

And I throw on some piece of mind 

But you still ain't the salesman kind 

Theresa says the start can end in a bad way 

When she sleeps, the coyote screams in her head 

Theresa says the time has played with our own way 

I can't find the hands to remind me that there's nothing in the way 

But I want you more, I want you more 

As if I'd never said before 

And I'll throw on some piece of mind 

But you still ain't the salesman kind