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