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 awake

If you hold on to that box

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 happened 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)