Living Signs

I was wound up like a spring
I wanted nothing more
Than to rummage through the past
Oh I gathered every concern you had

I found solid proof
Of living signs
I did not intend
To raise the dead

Good grief, we waited too long
I held my tongue while you wasted your breath
And counted all the hours
Laced with guilt

I found solid proof
Of living signs
I did not intend
To raise the dead
I did not intend

I found solid proof
Of living signs
I did not intend
To raise the dead