Clean
from Bedroom Demo #114
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2018 Shape of Air Music
I once killed a man,
My worst enemy
I hung him from
A Sweetgum tree
His rose-red sweat
Washed over me
I fell asleep and dreamed...
I had been made clean
I fell into
A muddy river
Its heart was cold,
Its taste was bitter
It felt like death
In the dead of winter,
Drowning all that s unredeemed
How can I be clean?
High on my ladder
In Babylon
I tried to speak, but
The words were wrong
Then I tasted fire, (His rose-red sweat...)
And sang an Easter song (...washed over me)
Can you tell me Death,
Where is your sting?
You have made me clean
You have made me clean
You have made me clean
You have made me clean...
