| I said, «Sign here please,"and you inscribed your name in my heart, |
| Didn’t know what I was getting into, or what was getting into me, |
| for that matter, |
| A little slow to understand, |
| Love was the word I was after, so your name kept coming to my lips again and |
| again, |
| Again and again. |
| Now I understand he wanted the heart of the world, |
| You’re his signature, the very stamp of his soul, |
| Spirit in the wind, |
| Agony of the cross all told, signed in blood, |
| Signed in blood, ooh, yeah. |
| Forgery, it happens all the time, |
| Your truth ain’t even on their minds, |
| Though it’s written down in black and white, blood red, |
| Jesus is up from the dead, |
| I know that he’s coming again. |
| Your autograph touching the heart of my world, |
| Your signature in me, the mark of your soul, |
| Spirit in my heart, |
| Crosses of love, my goal, |
| I want to be clear and bold, your autograph. |
| Your autograph touching the heart of my world, |
| Your autograph in me, the mark of your soul. |