Dust It Off

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
Awaaay
If you hold onto the 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 happened before
Someday a miraculous spread
Will forgive every cowardly thing that you’ve done
That I’ve done
(dust it off)
That we’ve done