Golden - Red House Painters

Sister woke me up As he fell out of the sky

There’s a golden place

Where the angels crash and die

You can jab and poke

But what did you ever give?

I don’t hear your voice

Resonate like his

Hear it resonate like his

You were endless fuel

Burning fast and burning free

Not a wide eyed fool

That fell into the sea

That vanished in the sea

You’re alive and good St. John

As the AM waves the horn (???)

You belong as much to me As a shipped steered to the sea

As a ship steered to the sea

You’re the corner stone

Filled my room with sun

When the polished vinyl spun

I will see your face

Crashing down against the wind

And it’s a sadder place

When that crackling vinyl spins

When the crackling vinyl spins

You still living good St. John

High up in the yellow sun

We can find your vacant grin

In every thread store bin

You’re a dime-a-dozen man

You’re a dime-a-dozen man

And you’re far beyond me But your dreams touch so soon

And you’re life was big and for

Like your words so beautiful

Dum de dum de dum :)

Always echo across the world