Look at all the plans I made, falling down like scraps of paper.
I will leave them where they lie to remind me.
To remind me.
Look at all the plans I made, falling down like scraps of paper.
I will leave them where they lie to remind me.
From the past, a rumour comes, don't let it keep dragging you down!
Throw the memory in an open fire and you'll be free!
To remind me, to remind me.
Look at all the plans I made, falling down like scraps of paper.
I will leave them where they lie to remind me.
From the past, a rumour comes, don't let it keep dragging you down!
Throw the memory in an open fire and you'll be free!
To remind me, to remind me.