Dust It Off - The Dø

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

Awaaay

If you hold onto the 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 a miraculous spread

Will forgive every cowardly thing that you’ve done

That I’ve done

(dust it off)

That we’ve done