Brass Sky
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Dusk Segment (October 2nd 2001) (3:18)
Out in the distance there's a way
Out in the morning beyond the day
I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling
Passin time in the waves
She'll be calling, waiting for you
To bathe in sun rays to bathe in dew
She'll be waiting in the afternoon
Dropping petals to the grass
Out in the distance there's a way
Out in the morning beyond the day
I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling
Passin time in the waves
Out in the morning beyond the day
I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling
Passin time in the waves
She'll be calling, waiting for you
To bathe in sun rays to bathe in dew
She'll be waiting in the afternoon
Dropping petals to the grass
Out in the distance there's a way
Out in the morning beyond the day
I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling
Passin time in the waves
version 2:
from Strange Apartments (November 18th 2002) (3:00)
Out in the distance, there's a way
Out in the morning, beyond the day
I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling
Passin time in the waves
She'll be calling, waiting for you
To bathe in sun rays, to bathe in dew
She'll be waiting in the afternoon
Dropping petals on the graves
Out in the morning where echoes sail
Sirens reach out beyond the pale
I'll be waitin while my black steed is sleepin
Countin blades of the grass
Out in the morning, beyond the day
I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling
Passin time in the waves
She'll be calling, waiting for you
To bathe in sun rays, to bathe in dew
She'll be waiting in the afternoon
Dropping petals on the graves
Out in the morning where echoes sail
Sirens reach out beyond the pale
I'll be waitin while my black steed is sleepin
Countin blades of the grass
version 3:
from Rain Cabinet (February 23rd 2007) (3:34)
Out in the distance, there's a way
Out in the morning, beyond the day
I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling
Passing time in the waves
She'll be calling, waiting for you
To bathe in sun rays, to bathe in dew
She'll be waiting in the afternoon
Dropping petals on the graves
Out in the distance where echoes sail
Sirens reach out beyond the pale
I'll be waiting like prey for the dying
Counting blades of the grass
Out in the morning, beyond the day
I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling
Passing time in the waves
She'll be calling, waiting for you
To bathe in sun rays, to bathe in dew
She'll be waiting in the afternoon
Dropping petals on the graves
Out in the distance where echoes sail
Sirens reach out beyond the pale
I'll be waiting like prey for the dying
Counting blades of the grass
earliest live performance: September 1st 2001