Holding These Signs

Watched you fold the map again. Same route, different ending. All the signs we didn't read, Now they're just blending. You said time would tell us when, But the clock just kept descending. Holding these signs, But we never learned the language right. Holding these signs, Guiding us through another borrowed night. We're holding these Signs, Pretending that we know What they define. Saw the colors start to shift When the season turned over. All the plans we wrote in ink, slowly fading, Getting colder. You said we'd know the way by then, But the path just kept us wondering. Holding these signs, But we never learned the language right. Holding these signs, Guiding us through another borrowed night. We're holding these signs, Pretending that we know What they define. Maybe we were always lost. Maybe that was fine. Maybe all we ever had were symbols in our Mind. Holding these signs, But we never learned the language right. Holding these signs, Guiding us through another borrowed night.