Revelstoke Dam - Brasstronaut

Raise your glass a toast

Before I’m punished for your sins

Drain your glass of drunken words

You wish I never meant

When the carver finally frees

The angel from the wood

He lights a smoke and blows a halo

Says my work is through

It’s an escape I can plan

Letters for burning no harm would be done

Icarus flew round the sun

With wings of metal

An angel she returned

Descending on a ball of string

Once before the ocean

Swallowed up her last refrain

That’s when the low voices won

Dissonant singing no harm would be done

If Icarus flew round the sun

With wings of metal