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
 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 spring
 Will forgive
 Every cowardly thing that you‘ve done
 That I have done
 Dust it off
 That we have done