I wrote and recorded this demo in the same morning and emailed it to my friend Zach Zeller. He sent it back with the banjo part added.
Too bad when you came looking you only found a sharp, sharp knife.
And words you said meant nothing. Though they'd slipped from your lips many times. So I drank that salty water like it was the precious blood of our dear Christ. And though I know he owes me nothing, how can I grow the seeds when the ground's so dry? How can I grow these seeds with no rain from the sky? That wolf had been hungry so I fed him from the table one night. And through the drought, he came often. Bit my hands many times, but I think I understand. Though he loves me much, it will happen again.
released September 5, 2014
Banjo - Zach Zeller
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