Writing over the sign

Writing over the sign you wrote
Because its this way
This way that I want to walk
Writing over the sign that you made
Because its this way.
This way that I believe
Little blue, a quiet mood
I see a boundary along the street
You came up to me with a smiley face
I said «boy, your going to walk by yourself»
Wondering who sail up to the sky
So tired that I fall asleep
If waking up the street that nobody knows
Then I seer decision of the black well mole
Where the soldier learns
Because its this way,
This way that I believe
Where you don’t find a way
Because its this way.
This way that I believe.
Even the wolf
Looks for someone to talk
We only thought it was his own safe
Or it’s a truce
its missing an after all
Something more
Something more
Something more from the night
Writing over the sign you made
Because its this way,
this way
that I want to go Writing over the sign that you made.
Because its this way.
This way that I believe.
Writing over the sign you know
Because its this way.
This way that I believe
Because its this way.
This way that I believe
Because its this way.
This way that I believe