Dust It Off 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 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 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 ..
Don't be tempted to look back It has all happened before Sending miracles ..will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done That I've done dust it off