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 gazе?
(From the gift, I look away)
What's the cost of the constant way I avеrt my eyes?
My eyes