Burning papers into ashes
what a season
how they fly high from the ground ohhh
there is yet another fountain flowing over
as the night falls, keep dreaming away
if you hold on to that past
don't you lock yourself inside
Nothing has been done before
It's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
Mess it up, Time is up
Hold your memory for a moment
With a blind hand
Write some stories for tomorrow
From the bottom of amnesia
Find instructions to salvation
to oblivion supreme
Don't be tempted to look back
- It has all happened before
Someday miraculous spread will forgive
every cowardly thing that you've done.That I've done.
Dust it off.