Wash My Hands - Meredith Brooks

Wash my hands, of crimes

Pour the water over, my skin, my spine

Cleanse my soul and ease my mind

I’ve been fixed on all the damage done

Why do I always forget how far I’ve come

I’m done dying for the past

I’m done dyin' for the past

Say all’s forgiven now

Let’s call it even, shall we Can’t you judge me for my love and not mistakes I’ve made

I swear by who I am and not by yesterday

In between black and white I disappear

Circle round the stone until I landed here