CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 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 explosions before you hear
Seeing them explode before you hеar
I'm going to dance to the edgе
I'm going there
Travelling through some space of some kind
The graze of days, the spool of joy
The graze of days, the spool of joy
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 explosions before you hear
Seeing them explode before you hеar
I'm going to dance to the edgе
I'm going there
Travelling through some space of some kind
The graze of days, the spool of joy
The graze of days, the spool of joy
The graze of days, the spool of joy
