Thread:Ironman01/@comment-5952365-20160417024438/@comment-5952365-20160701144503

What I've found:

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 spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you’ve done

That I’ve done

Dust it off

(That you've done That we've done)