"Signpost
look back, drawing, crossing
the sounds came late
That line weaves from past to past
and glow old and decay
Where did you come from?
How far will you go?
If you go straight, it’s a dead end
“It’s like fireworks” mutter
It keeps leaving an afterimage
If I reach for it, it will disappear
A star just for tonight
Where did you come from?
How far will you go?
If you go straight, it’s a dead end
look back, drawing, crossing
spring up, drop, paint out
open, gather, converge
look back, drawing, crossing
Town lights seen from the hill
The signpost looked like tomorrow
The faded destination is the brightest for me
Town lights seen from the hill
The signpost looked like tomorrow
The faded destination is the brightest for me
Town lights seen from the hill
The signpost looked like tomorrow
The faded destination is the brightest for me"
