Sign of the Times

Please...let the next song be the song of our meeting...
This makes 25...

180 DEGREES

Come…come out of hiding
Come warm yourself in the fire
Reverse the curse that kept you flying
Cause sooner or later, you have to return to this earth

You float…and I follow
We’ll cross that bridge maybe tomorrow

Chorus
I hope
Things look different
From the other side
Other side…the other side
Of the street
I know
You’ll see me
When you turn around
Turn around…turn around
180 degrees

Return…return to the scene of the crime
Return to the moment I left you behind
Resurrect the object of your affection
Cause sooner or later we have to correct this

I run…and I fall
Harder and faster than I thought possible

**Chorus**

Quick…quick give me something
Give me anything…an occasion to throw a party
Support the force that keeps me from faltering
Keep me focused and faithful enough to follow this course

You…have what I need
You gave me the breath to breathe life into dreams

**Chorus**