signs like their signings of husband and wife,
signs of destruction without intent,
signs of corruption in the government,
signs that you're tired, that you've been crying
signs that you don't see that they are lying.
signs that he loves me, signs that he's happy,
signs that he really hearing me.
signs of I'm sorry, signs of worry,
signs of being in a hurry,
signs that there's something you have to tell me.
signs of life's violence and it's rage,
signs that you may really look your age,
signs that he's infatuated, he doesn't read your signs
signs no longer tolerated, too many signs of crime
Signs you spell out with your hands
so that you don’t lose your voice
Signs that suggest your plans are wrecked
and you don't even have a choice.
Lights on roadside signs, or neon in the dark
Lights forming puddles where hobos lie in the park
Signs that you are getting better.
Signs that show you're beginning to forget her
Signs that he is over you, signs he's got under your skin
Signs that showed him the way in.
Signs that point you right ways, wrong ways
Signs that trust you’ll do what your mind says
Signs to follow, signs to ignore,
Signs to comfort the rich and antagonise the poor
Signs that there are pickpockets here ti operate
Signs that politely note and often irritate
Signs that go unnoticed, signs we just don't see
Signs in eyes that you'll be approached
Signs just subtle enough to be mistaken for friendly.
Signs tucked in your sleeves or between shaking knees.
Signs that you can't miss, like the first signs of disease.
There are signs that call you to attention, signs that
you're getting warmer, signs of apprehension.
Signs to keep your distance where men are digging holes
in the ground, signs to direct you home on the underground
and signs that group together on the top of poles,
all pointing to different places, your choice of destination.
But when you come across a warning sign of what's ahead
or a plain and simple 'stop', know not to ignore them.
Just like the signs of war, signs of destruction
shred by shred, signs that people once lived here
and signs that they're all dead. And then the signs
that we make, that we show, and your signs that show
how you feel without telling me what's on your mind.
No sign of me, for quite some time, while people waited
outside my door, no sign of me because I was
on my face in the bathroom, with nothing to report
from the floor. And the time he looked in my window
and saw me unconscious on the floor.
My signs must not catch eyes as much because
he went home and left me there, thinking
It's Daisy she's done this before. And I have
so does that mean the signs I want you to see
are not available, having used them up before?