Song | Come Clean |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | X my Heart |
There's no getting back to how it started | |
and the next few pages are uncharted, | |
there's no secret passage, no speedy getaway – | |
what do you say now? | |
We could talk about this in a calmer state | |
but if we wait it won't get any easier. | |
So we're damned if we do and damned if we don't, | |
we can't deny what each action means: | |
come clean. | |
Everything you've done is carried with you | |
and no-one's ever going to forgive you | |
if you won't come to terms with where and who you've been: | |
look at the screen now. | |
Stir up the ghosts of your own forgetfulness, | |
don't pack up your troubles in the sleeping bag. | |
Don't ignore what you saw but believe how it seems, | |
you can try to make a brand new start. | |
We can only do our best, with an open heart | |
come clean, | |
wipe the slate clean, | |
come clean. | |
The slate's clean but there's something that you never forget, | |
though it's hidden in your most secret place | |
it's still written in the memories that you've buried – worse yet | |
it's restructured in the lines of your face... come clean. | |
No spooling on to how it's ending | |
and the next few pages are mindbending: | |
the territory's minefield and the needle's in the red. | |
Let's put it to bed now, | |
cook up a cover story for our given lots, | |
be do or damned, stand by the forget-me-not. | |
there'll be no blame for the stain that a lived-in life leaves, | |
no shame in what might have been. | |
We can only do our best but our lives'll never be pristine – | |
come clean, the slate's clean, come clean. | |
Maybe what I mean's this is as clean as it ever gets... |
There' s no getting back to how it started | |
and the next few pages are uncharted, | |
there' s no secret passage, no speedy getaway | |
what do you say now? | |
We could talk about this in a calmer state | |
but if we wait it won' t get any easier. | |
So we' re damned if we do and damned if we don' t, | |
we can' t deny what each action means: | |
come clean. | |
Everything you' ve done is carried with you | |
and noone' s ever going to forgive you | |
if you won' t come to terms with where and who you' ve been: | |
look at the screen now. | |
Stir up the ghosts of your own forgetfulness, | |
don' t pack up your troubles in the sleeping bag. | |
Don' t ignore what you saw but believe how it seems, | |
you can try to make a brand new start. | |
We can only do our best, with an open heart | |
come clean, | |
wipe the slate clean, | |
come clean. | |
The slate' s clean but there' s something that you never forget, | |
though it' s hidden in your most secret place | |
it' s still written in the memories that you' ve buried worse yet | |
it' s restructured in the lines of your face... come clean. | |
No spooling on to how it' s ending | |
and the next few pages are mindbending: | |
the territory' s minefield and the needle' s in the red. | |
Let' s put it to bed now, | |
cook up a cover story for our given lots, | |
be do or damned, stand by the forgetmenot. | |
there' ll be no blame for the stain that a livedin life leaves, | |
no shame in what might have been. | |
We can only do our best but our lives' ll never be pristine | |
come clean, the slate' s clean, come clean. | |
Maybe what I mean' s this is as clean as it ever gets... |