It might seem like an afterthought
To watch the changing face rewind itself distraught
Supposing it's just an angle of view
That carries through the ride
The fingers turning straight at you
You're setting coordinates erased
From a map without the names
Days like these as misery brings company
'Cause time between is flashing by without existence
Falling leaves the coordinates of amber skies
The days between like the wind through the trees
It's about time
Brazenly spiraling down
The counter flow of time yet avoiding ground
What do I say? what do I do?
On the edge of time
The fingers pointing still at you
You're setting coordinates erased
From a map without the names
Days like these as misery brings company
'Cause time between is flashing by without existence
Falling leaves the coordinates of amber skies
The days between like the wind through the trees
It's about time
Falling leaves flashing by without existence
One might say it's up to you
Use it wisely it's all you can do
For now is past the winds won't last
Already out of time