Wash Away

So many faces

All of these places

Go down in the dust of the dawn of the day

All of these old men

Insufferable sunsets

They all tell the tales of the dawn of the day

We follow the birds and the buds and the rays

So maybe the words aren’t forgiven but faked

All of these places that won’t wash away

Wash away

Oh washed away

Down in the dirt

We follow them softly and softly we rise

All of our places go on with their lives

So maybe the words aren’t forgiven but faked

All of these places that won’t wash away

Wash away

Oh washed away