No Crimes
Ryan W. Lott
Your brand new history
Forget, forget, forget, forget
Light of four dawns come
Light of four dawns come
In the ghostly embrace
Make out a face
When the four dawns come
Whatever you were
Forget, forget, forget, forget
Light of four dawns come
Light of four dawns come
In the ghostly embrace
Make out a face
When the four dawns come
All you ever wanted
All you ever need
Your brand new history
No crimes, no memory
