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 happened before Someday miraculous spring Will forgive Every cowardly thing that you've done That I've done Dust it offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
