Burning papers into ashes,
what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh
there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls,
keep dreaming away
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 happen before
Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done.
That I've done.
Dust it off.