Penitent

When the clouds are changing, and rearranging
Looks like a storm is coming
The mind keeps racing, no answers to be found
Looks like a storm is coming
(Wash away, wash away, wash away)
All the words fly through the air
(Wash away, wash away, wash away)
Where’s the words of love and care
(Wash away, wash away, wash away)
I can feel it everywhere
(Wash away, wash away)
Let dead
Wash away these feelings, wash them away
Open the way to new things, open the way
Run away with me, run away
Wash away and rise again, wash away
(Wash away)