Resurrection
๐ต 1555 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:33 duration
๐ ID: 6012850
๐ Lyrics
There was something heavy coming down
Like Easter in the air
And he woke up Sunday morning
With some flowers in his hair
Looking like he face of Jesus in his final agony
That they found in that old winding sheet
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
Something come a shining in that smoky little room
Lit up like a thousand candles in a Middle Eastern tomb
An angel lay on the mattress and spoke history and death
With perfume on her lingerie and whiskey on her breath
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
He's loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
One is filled with music the others filled with thunder
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
Well I never thought to ask him but the thought seemed mighty slim
If he ever much believed in God Or God believed in him
But they both believed in a woman and the truth that set him free
Now he wonders in confusion for he's lost his poetry
And He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
He's loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
One is filled with music the others filled with thunder
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
Like Easter in the air
And he woke up Sunday morning
With some flowers in his hair
Looking like he face of Jesus in his final agony
That they found in that old winding sheet
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
Something come a shining in that smoky little room
Lit up like a thousand candles in a Middle Eastern tomb
An angel lay on the mattress and spoke history and death
With perfume on her lingerie and whiskey on her breath
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
He's loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
One is filled with music the others filled with thunder
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
Well I never thought to ask him but the thought seemed mighty slim
If he ever much believed in God Or God believed in him
But they both believed in a woman and the truth that set him free
Now he wonders in confusion for he's lost his poetry
And He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
He's loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
One is filled with music the others filled with thunder
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.71] There was something heavy coming down
[00:17.84] Like Easter in the air
[00:19.58] And he woke up Sunday morning
[00:23.00] With some flowers in his hair
[00:26.08] Looking like he face of Jesus in his final agony
[00:32.58] That they found in that old winding sheet
[00:36.05] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[00:46.94] Something come a shining in that smoky little room
[00:57.69] Lit up like a thousand candles in a Middle Eastern tomb
[01:04.05] An angel lay on the mattress and spoke history and death
[01:10.52] With perfume on her lingerie and whiskey on her breath
[01:17.10] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[01:25.05] And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
[01:35.42] Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
[01:41.92] He's loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
[01:48.04] One is filled with music the others filled with thunder
[01:54.08] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[02:05.64] Well I never thought to ask him but the thought seemed mighty slim
[02:50.28] If he ever much believed in God Or God believed in him
[02:55.84] But they both believed in a woman and the truth that set him free
[03:02.34] Now he wonders in confusion for he's lost his poetry
[03:08.39] And He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[03:16.79] And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
[03:27.45] Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
[03:33.94] He's loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
[03:40.41] One is filled with music the others filled with thunder
[03:46.93] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[03:54.36] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[04:08.55] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[04:22.45]
[00:17.84] Like Easter in the air
[00:19.58] And he woke up Sunday morning
[00:23.00] With some flowers in his hair
[00:26.08] Looking like he face of Jesus in his final agony
[00:32.58] That they found in that old winding sheet
[00:36.05] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[00:46.94] Something come a shining in that smoky little room
[00:57.69] Lit up like a thousand candles in a Middle Eastern tomb
[01:04.05] An angel lay on the mattress and spoke history and death
[01:10.52] With perfume on her lingerie and whiskey on her breath
[01:17.10] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[01:25.05] And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
[01:35.42] Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
[01:41.92] He's loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
[01:48.04] One is filled with music the others filled with thunder
[01:54.08] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[02:05.64] Well I never thought to ask him but the thought seemed mighty slim
[02:50.28] If he ever much believed in God Or God believed in him
[02:55.84] But they both believed in a woman and the truth that set him free
[03:02.34] Now he wonders in confusion for he's lost his poetry
[03:08.39] And He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[03:16.79] And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse
[03:27.45] Sometimes he's the fire, sometimes he's the fuse
[03:33.94] He's loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder
[03:40.41] One is filled with music the others filled with thunder
[03:46.93] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[03:54.36] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[04:08.55] He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone
[04:22.45]