Faded Days
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 3:
from All Our Sunlight Scattered (2002 December 16) (3:36)
Tell me 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, 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 should die
Tell me a story of days bright and gold
Tell of a time when life wasn't so cold
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, 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 should die
Tell me a story of days bright and gold
Tell of a time when life wasn't so cold
version 2:
from The One-Eyed Jacks: Live (2002 December 09) (3:39)
Tell me 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, hey
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, 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 should die
Tell me a story of days bright and gold
Tell of a time when life wasn't so cold, cold
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, hey
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, 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 should die
Tell me a story of days bright and gold
Tell of a time when life wasn't so cold, cold
version 1:
from Rot (1999 October 18) (1:53)
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
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
earliest live performance: 2000 February 04