Brandi Carlile - Broken Horses (In The Canyon Haze)

Brandi Carlile - Broken Horses (In The Canyon Haze) with tags in the canyon haze, brandi carlile, in these silent days (deluxe), broken horses

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Lyrics:

I wear my father’s leather on the inside of my skin

I’m a tried and weathered woman but I won’t be tried again

Don’t think that you can come for me without your Sunday best

You had better call your priest and hope the devil gets the rest

Before I do

I have worn the jester’s bells and I have banished with the fools

I have worshipped at the altar of the puppet master’s rules

I have held my tongue too many scenes before the final act

With my children in the cheap seats and a zipper on my back

Thanks to you

Tethered in wide open spaces and fields that lead for miles

Right into the barrel of a gun

Mending up your fences with my horses running wild

Only broken horses know to run

I have ever so politely treaded softly for your grace

I have whispered through the tears and pleaded sweetly to your face

It is time to spit you out like lukewarm water from my mouth

I will always taste the apathy, but I won’t pass it down

It dies with you

Tethered in wide open spaces and fields that lead for miles

Right into the barrel of a gun

Mending up your fences with my horses running wild

Only broken horses know to run

I wear my father’s leather on the inside of my skin

I’m a tried and weathered woman but I won’t be tried again

Don’t think that you can come for me without your Sunday best

You had better call your priest and hope the devil gets the rest

Before I do

Tethered in wide open spaces and fields that lead for miles

Right into the barrel of a gun

Mending up your fences with my horses running wild

Only broken horses know to run