so long sad
but at least it's sure said the old man
well i believe it's the sweetest two words
i have ever heard
and i've been around
since God made dirt
and said i could dig it or man i could buy it
but there's no way possible that i can deny it
indisputable science
i ran alone from the hungry lions
and now i'm so high i can't get over it
with my heart so low i can't get under it
and the sky so wide i'll never get around it
and so i'm yelling into nothing just to hear
the echo of the sound of it
i need to get some new ground into my feet
i spent all the precious metals that i dug from
the streets
oh little song all thats left of me
my gold is gone but i've got the receipts
and i'm gonna read them from the mountaintop
talk tales of busted bandits
cobweb corner shops
and each one patrols (?) a pot of gold
tooth broke
like sisyphus at the hillside tollboth
i feel for jonah
i too am a lonely butcher
trying to carve a lil piece out of this whale's great big future and still
i'm just as high but i can't get over it
with my heart so low i can't get under it
and the sky so wide i'll never get around it
and so yelling into the nothing just to hear the echo of the sound of the rock
so heavy
you can barely even move it
and this life's so thick that
you can hardly swim on through it
and flames so fast
you gotta go on sitting in it
just as long as you know
you must get on with it
i feel for jonah
i too am a lonely butcher.
but at least it's sure said the old man
well i believe it's the sweetest two words
i have ever heard
and i've been around
since God made dirt
and said i could dig it or man i could buy it
but there's no way possible that i can deny it
indisputable science
i ran alone from the hungry lions
and now i'm so high i can't get over it
with my heart so low i can't get under it
and the sky so wide i'll never get around it
and so i'm yelling into nothing just to hear
the echo of the sound of it
i need to get some new ground into my feet
i spent all the precious metals that i dug from
the streets
oh little song all thats left of me
my gold is gone but i've got the receipts
and i'm gonna read them from the mountaintop
talk tales of busted bandits
cobweb corner shops
and each one patrols (?) a pot of gold
tooth broke
like sisyphus at the hillside tollboth
i feel for jonah
i too am a lonely butcher
trying to carve a lil piece out of this whale's great big future and still
i'm just as high but i can't get over it
with my heart so low i can't get under it
and the sky so wide i'll never get around it
and so yelling into the nothing just to hear the echo of the sound of the rock
so heavy
you can barely even move it
and this life's so thick that
you can hardly swim on through it
and flames so fast
you gotta go on sitting in it
just as long as you know
you must get on with it
i feel for jonah
i too am a lonely butcher.