Signs - Ron Pope
Our eyes are not the same color
And our skin it is a different shade
And I don't know why I mention this
I am not sure, what I'm trying to say
We are all searching for signs
Whether we look towards the sky
Or curse behind our eyes and rationalize
Whatever we divine
Well, I hope that you and I
realize that what we've found it could survive
So if you reach out your hand, I'll give you mine
And the sky it is a deep crimson
And the street, it is alive again
On your face there is a new lesson
One that I can't pretend I've learned yet
We are all searching for signs
Whether we look towards the sky
Or curse behind our eyes and rationalize
Whatever we divine
Well, I hope that you and I
realize that what we've found it could survive
So if you reach out your hand, I'll give you mine
Now the rain, has it's own rhythm
And we dance in a different time
I believe that there is some reason
Why it's me that you came to find
We are all searching for signs
Whether we look towards the sky
Or curse behind our eyes and rationalize
Whatever we divine
Well, I hope that you and I
realize that what we've found it could survive
So if you reach out your hand, I'll give you mine
So if you reach out your hand, I'll give you mine