the gold grows dim

Time crawls forward along this thread

Slipping by 'til my past is dead

Pushing back further in my mind

Step in reverse, pressing rewind

Searching for stones

Among the fields of gold

Longing to see anything

Than what's been laid in front of me

Than what's been laid in front of me

I crawl forward along this thread

Slipping by 'til my day is dead

Pushing forward in my mind

Stepping ahead and skipping the time

Searching for stones

Among the fields of gold

Longing to see anything

Than what's been laid in front of me

Than what's been laid in front of me

Anything than what's been laid in front of me

What's the price of my wandering gaze?

(From the gift, I look away)

What's the cost of the constant way I avert my eyes?

What's the price of my wandering gaze?

(From the gift, I look away)

What's the cost of the constant way I avert my eyes?

My eyes