Burning papers into ashes What a season How they fly high From the ground oh 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 …? Finding structures To salvation To oblivia So … ? (please? prease?) Don’t be tempted to look back It has all happen before Someday mira… ? (miracle you’ll have spread? ..) Will forgive Every cowardly thing that you’ve done That I’ve done Dust it off (That we’ve done… that we’ve done…)