Allegoria

I'll be erased, only time can tell how it will happen
Someone will replace childlike with naive imperfections

And "cast away your sins and you'll be saved"
The tales that you've been told, in search of all that's gold
Or so they say

Falling from grace is something that I wish could really happen
Solely for the taste, of a reassuring plan on how it all began

And "cast away your sins and you'll be saved"
The tales that you've been told, in search of all that's gold
"Cast away your sins and you'll be saved"
The tales that you have told in search of all that's gold
Or so they say