Death, he approaches a second at a time
Love, only to be loved if you promise your mine
The signs, the signs, do you see the signs
Im on time, chime, and dine
The fates hand me the lines for this life of mine
I learnt them well.... fool myself
Like a mannequin on the lines
He whisper in my ear ,"Your time will come when you are mine"
I see the bone truth in his two black mines
"Your time will come when you are mine....
Do you see the signs?"
"The grapes on the vine.... all in time.
I tell you this.... so you can own your line
The signs the signs..... do you see the signs
Im the truth, nothing to hide in the mines"
I see myself in the eyes
Of those who came and those yet to come
Theres no tricks to this playwright
Because of the signs,
Brave to cut the lines? Brave to face the mines?
I was a fool blinded by the lines
Saying the words like a puppet on cue
Yet.....
The signs the signs
Do you see the signs?
"Once your mine.... once your mine...."