Pour the lime slow
Let the walls look new
Soft white hands
Hide what we all knew
No loud witness
No one to blame
The room wears a smile
And buries every name
They dress the dirt
In a Sunday coat
A pale hymn hangs
In a guilty throat
Every small mark
Is painted thin
Every kind eye
Knows what sleeps within
Wash it all white
All white
Down where the old marks
Hide from the light
Wash it all white
All white
Still under white
The old wrongs bite
No judge above them
No open flame
Only the mirror
And the borrowed name
Their smiles turn once
Then turn again
Caught in the brightwash
Beneath their own hand
Wash it all white
All white
Down where the old marks
Hide from the light
Wash it all white
All white
Still under white
The old wrongs bite
Wash
Hide
Scrub
Smile
Wash
Hide
Scrub
Shine
Behind the clean paint
The old dark stays
Behind the soft mouth
The debt still weighs
Every kind hand
Keeps one mark bare
So the lost can know
Someone human cared
Wash it all white
All white
Down where the old marks
Hide from the light
Wash it all white
All white
Still under white
The old wrongs bite
Pour the lime slow
Let the walls look new
Soft white hands
Hide what we all knew