This song is a 100% throwback to the early 80's, but if you like Phil Collins, you're gonna fucking love it. Reverberant, epic drums and synthesizers, wicked guitar solos, and backup female vocals all come together underneath the provocative, mystical lyrics of the enigmatic "Andrew" from Doylestown, PA. He's gotten everything right, here, all the way down to the impression the song's poetics leave on you-- passionate and deep, while bordering on the melodramatic and cheesy. But hey, wasn't that the 80's in a nutshell? I am your conscience, can you hear me? That little voice from deep inside I am events that you might choose to not remember, You are the one who must decide So come put your signature on, put your signature on me. I am the picture of you I painted I am the colors that you choose The pain reflected in the eyes Brushed into a world of lies Everything is there except the truth So come put your signature on, put your signature on me. I am the book that you are writing. The living history of your soul The job you go to every day Mistakes you tried to blame away Everything between you and your goal. So come put your signature on, put your signature on me.