The Graze Of Days

The graze of days, the spool of joy
The graze of days, the spool of joy

I've been staring until things look perfect

And the days, they aren't days anymore
And you can't throw away the way things flow

They don't have the treasure that is your mind, your mind
They don't have the treasure
They don't know and won't ever know

My rate of change, what is it?
Autumn, oh, what is the mind? True...
Rate of change, what is it? What is it?

Seeing them explode before you hear
Seeing them explode bеfore you hear

I'm going to dance to thе edge
I'm going there
Travelling through some space of some kind

The graze of days, the spool of joy
The graze of days and the spool of joy