burning papers into ashs
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 onto that past
don't you lock yourself inside
nothing hase been done before
it's the most
virgin dress
you could
possibly
wear
mess it up
time is up
ohhh
hold your memery for a moment
with a blind hand
write some stories for tomorrow
from the bottle of amnesia
find instructions
to salvation
to oblivious
supreme
don't be tempted to look back
it has all happened befor,
someday miracular
spread
will forgive
every cowardly thing
that you've done
that you've done
dust it off
that you've done
dust it off