Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey, Teresa Mae we're 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 up the dust upwind of where we are [Chorus 1] But I love you more, I love you more Like kick drums on your bedroom door And I'd throw on some peace of mind But you still ain't the salesman kind [Verse 2] 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 into the fight [Chorus 1] But I love you more, I love you more Like kick drums on your bedroom door And I'd throw on some peace of mind But you still ain't the salesman kind [Verse 3] Teresa says the start can end in a bad way And when she sleeps the coyotes scream in her head Teresa says the time has bled with our own weight And I can't find the hands to remind me that there's nothing in the way [Chorus 2] But I want you more I want you more As if I've never said before And I'll throw on some peace of mind But you still ain't the salesman kind