Writing over the sign you wrote This way that I want to walk
Writing over the sign that you made
Little blue, a quiet mood I see a boundary along the street You came up to me with a smiley face I said "boy, you're going to walk by yourself"
Wondering who sail up to the sky So tired that I fall asleep If waking up the street that nobody knows Then I seer decision of the black well mole
Where you don't find a way
Looks for someone to talk We only thought it was his own safe It's missing an after all Something more from the night
Writing over the sign you made
Writing over the sign that you made.
Writing over the sign you know