Burning papers into ashes,
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 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 miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you´ve done.

That I´ve done.

Dust it off.