Burning papers into ashes
What are seasons, 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 the burns
Dont you lock yourself inside
Nothing has been done before
Its the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
Mess it up time is on
Hold your memory for a moment
With a blind hand
Write some stories for tomorrow
Round the bottom of amnesia
Find instructions to salvation to oblivion .
Dont be tempted to look back
It has all happened before
Sending miracles .will forgive every cowardly thing that youve done
That Ive done dust it off
