Come Clean

And in time, you'll meet your creator She rips up the phone book and she ruins your make up No child of mine will grow old Though she Cries she Will never show to you Or anyone who could get through And take you Run down the empty road with the oak trees As you come back home to me Enter the room of glass and concrete Look at me now and come clean Oh my God, it's too late and too soon Her hand strikes a drum beat and her methods are so crude No harm will come to you Don't let Love nest In temporary arms She only wants what is the best for Her most adored Run down the empty road with the oak trees As you come back home to me Enter the room of glass and concrete Look at me now and come clean She's in awe, burning She's in awe, burning Run down the empty road with the oak trees As you come back home to me Enter the room of glass and concrete Look at me now and come clean Run down the empty road with the oak trees As you come back home to me Enter the room of glass and concrete Look at me now and come clean