Dust It Off – The Dø
Nghệ sĩ: The Dø
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
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
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 miraculous spread will forgive every cowardly thing
That you've done that I've done
Dust it off Dust it off Dust it off