Cold bitter hands
Cold bitter nights
I can feel the daylight rising
A shake in the ground
A split in the skies
I can feel a new tide rising
Will it wash me clean?
Will it wash me clean?
Ran after wrong
But wrong isn't right
I’m giving up my trying
A shot through the dark
Show me the light
I’m laying down my fighting
Will it wash me clean?
Will it wash me clean?
Will it wash me clean?
Will it wash me clean?
Will it wash me clean?
Will it wash me clean?
Will it wash me clean?
Will it wash me clean?
