i was wound up like a spring i wanted nothing more than to rummage through the past oh i gathered every concern you had i found solid proof of living signs i did not intend to raise the dead good grief we waited too long i held my tongue while you wasted your breath and counted all the hours laced with guilt i found solid proof of living signs i did not intend to raise the dead i did not intend i found solid proof of living signs i did not intend to raise the dead
['canadian pop']