Broken Horse - Freelance Whales (lyrics)

*These lyrics were transcribed and hold no guarantee of accuracy

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
She could be a thorn in my side
We never quite broke that horse
She slept in the cul-de-sac where I
Seven miles from my front porch

Bundle up and come with me now
Down the the road to the burnt down barn
We could make a blanket of guts
And breathe our souls into the neighbors front lawn
But oh God that look in you eye
Trouble it does not search words
It's sprung from the biblicle of (?)
And you're waiting to return to the dirt

Stitch yourself your winter clothes
Your (?) bows
Who stole your (?)
Sorry for the iron shoes we nailed to you
And stuck you in the rain
And then you sprinted away
You sprinted away to where I don't know
God is moving in your blood stream where the cross beats haunt so slow

You swept all the red from my red cheeks
I didn't hear you come back inside
Light up the gas in the den
Stand there in the thin winter light
But oh God that curve in your spine
A question all the doctors (?)
It's framed by the window sill
You saw something I did not in the night
You saw something I did not in the night

Stitch yourself your winter clothes
Your (?) bows
Who stole your (?)
Sorry for the iron shoes we nailed to you
And stuck you in the rain
And then you sprinted away
You sprinted away to where I don't know
God is moving in your blood stream where the cross beats haunt so slow
God is moving in your blood stream where the cross beats haunt so slow
God is moving in your blood stream where the cross beats haunt so slow
It's moving in your blood stream now where the cross beats haunt so slow