Time crawls forward along this thread
Slipping by until 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 until 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 eyes?
(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 eyes?
(From the gift I look away)
What's the cost of the constant way I avert my eyes?
(My eyes?)
