I was round up like a spring
I wanted nothing more than
To rummage through the past
Oh, I uncovered 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
