It's the sign of times
I have visions and stored inkwells
I have colored raindrops for every mood
Collected from the breasts of clouds
Rejecting my suggestions
Pens shun scripting my story
Pages dismantling its lines In protest
Because I portrayed you as a villain
It's the Sign of times
I collected nectar from breezes
Pollinated from flapping butterfly wings
A potion, Taken before I met you
On this now gray side of the horizon
I wanted to learn soft words that affect you
To romance you on a vacation
With some silly letters like this
Seasons will deliver you letters from me
By rain and falling leafs
Occasional gusts of winds and a touch of cold in winter
A warm breeze in summer
Leather bounded by seasons ends
Read them carefully wherever you look
It's the sign of times
So sing a lullaby, sing the beginning
Because I don't know how it started
I'll sing the ending ...
I couldn't finish our story the way I desired
That started vaguely
So you script it the way brutal victors do
I know how the curtain will uncurl
I have an hour to spare to write my will
Dead men have nothing more to lose
It's the sign of times
It's time to go
I can't delay it any longer
Just conclude it with a lullaby
So sing to me
Cradled my last breath
And gently lay it down, gently
Carve a headstone in my memory
Dedicated to you phrasing
It's the sign of times
And let me disintegrate with time
Sign of Times
It's the Sign of Times