Tell of a story of days bright and gold
Tell of a time when life wasn't so old
Tell of a day that was worth living for
Tell of the last time that I opened the door
The line that's been trod til it's blurred and erased
The clock that keeps time with no hands and no face
The pain that's renewed in its cyclical ways
Torn from the sanctum, from my faded days
Found in the backwater creeks of my mind
Lost in the ravaging passage of time
Borne on a cloud in the wide open sky
Choked in black schisms until it would die
Tell me a story of days bright and gold
credits
from Rot,
released October 18, 1999
Jak Locke: all instruments / vocals
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016