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Lyrics
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
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Song Info
Release Year
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Genres
Ambient
Folk
Indie
Pop
Moods
Sad
Beautiful
Relaxed
Calm & Peaceful
Vocals
Male
Instrumental