Wash your hands clean

Don't let anybody see the dirty work

Keep those secrets

Locked away from sight forever

Hidden safely where your darker side still runs berserk

So much stored-up resentment

All that background fallout from so long ago

It's still here to haunt you

In a trunk locked in the attic

Are the clothes that dress the actions

You discarded but you can't outgrow

There's a false wall in the basement

Where you hide away the history you dare not put on show

But with the hammer hits the nail upon the thumb

Then the unvarnished truth is what you stumble on

On your best behaviour

Keep on playing out the Lillywhite

But you'll always be stuck there

Going round and round in circles

For mistakes which you repeat form up

The framework which defines your life

You couldn't quantify the debts you'd have to plumb

Or the damage you've collaterally done

Still your own footprints are the tracks you stumble on

And it's less by design than by random occurrence

That you filled up your time, that you filled up the courage

To spark the life you've led, the person you've become

But with the end in sight the excuses are all gone

The truth is this conclusion's what you stumble on

Behind you lies the wreckage that you stumble from