Burning papers into ashes
What a season
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 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 miraculous spread
Will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done

That I've done
Dust it off
(That you've done)
That we've done