Burning papers into ashes, what a season, how they fly high from the ground up 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 bottle of amnesia Find instructions, to salvation, to oblivion, supreme
Don’t be tempted to look back It has all happen before
Someday miraculous spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you’ve done