The whole song is on his myspace:
www.myspace.com/jonahknightLyrics:
From the middle of the land comes a sleepy man with nothing to do or to bother
And off of the strength of a four song tape his band is now an up and comer
So after time in seclusion the label says their ready for radio play
And with a song that sounds like nothing on the album gold is what they say
Time for that holyman to make himself a mixture our of surface and sand
Water can soak the sin as he takes the galaxie in his hands
I read the second disc was really quite the risk all around it’s something new
But be forewarned at best lukewarm and at worst they never grew
I used to wonder used to never understand how a band could fall off into the cracks
But when they found him dead I bled and I bled and now my floors are all stained black
Time for that holyman to make himself a mixture our of surface and sand
Water can soak the sin as he takes the galaxie in his hands
Time for that holyman to make himself a mixture our of surface and sand
Water can soak the sin as he takes the galaxie in his hands
Lately I stay inside all day, lately I stay inside all day
I think it’s past time to seed the tree
And Nico cries for dad, will you please come home to me
Now it’s been a few years since Shannon died you know the veins only hold so much
And everybody says what a genius he was but no one ever bought his stuff
When someone dies you listen to their record again out of respect
Now everybody says what a genius he was but they only notice after his death
Time for that holyman to make himself a mixture our of surface and sand
Water can soak the sin as he takes the galaxie in his hands
Time for that holyman to make himself a mixture our of surface and sand
Water can soak the sin as he takes the galaxie in his hands
Lately I stay inside all day, lately I stay inside all day
I think it’s past time to seed the tree
And Nico cries for dad, will you please drive home to me
And Nico cries for dad, will you please drive home to me