Easter Sunday by John Craigie Lyrics
JC rose two days later just to show his friends that he could
Almost as if to say the afterlife's alright but it’s not that good
JC walked through the streets of Jerusalem people stickin their hands into the holes in his side
He said there is life and there is death and the echo of both that survive
But your life lasts so much longer than the time that you spend
Down here kicking
Baton Rouge Easter Sunday, just a bottle of wine and me
The best show I ever had there were twelve people in the audience
But they all knew all the words to my songs
Got three encores and they had to close the coffee shop down
But we all went outside and sang some more
Don't judge your success my friend on the number of humans
That see you up there doing you thing
Baton Rouge Easter Sunday, just a bottle of wine and me
Down here we got everything, we got the good and the bad
Up there they only got the good
Deep down I think we like the uncertainty, this is the heaven that we all want
And death is nothing more than the moment
For our echo to start
Baton Rouge Easter Sunday, just a bottle of wine and me
Almost as if to say the afterlife's alright but it’s not that good
JC walked through the streets of Jerusalem people stickin their hands into the holes in his side
He said there is life and there is death and the echo of both that survive
But your life lasts so much longer than the time that you spend
Down here kicking
Baton Rouge Easter Sunday, just a bottle of wine and me
The best show I ever had there were twelve people in the audience
But they all knew all the words to my songs
Got three encores and they had to close the coffee shop down
But we all went outside and sang some more
Don't judge your success my friend on the number of humans
That see you up there doing you thing
Baton Rouge Easter Sunday, just a bottle of wine and me
Down here we got everything, we got the good and the bad
Up there they only got the good
Deep down I think we like the uncertainty, this is the heaven that we all want
And death is nothing more than the moment
For our echo to start
Baton Rouge Easter Sunday, just a bottle of wine and me