Something Clean
I want something clean
I just want something clean
All I'm asking for is just something clean
Like an unused handkerchief
Like a poured out grief
Like a lightless underground
Like a small wave's sound
I want something clean...
So give me something real
There must be something real
I want something clean...
Like music without commerce
Like a dime without a purse
Like your hair in autumn wind
Like a cheap Inn's peppermint
I want something clean...
Like an endless winter walk
Like a friend's intimate talk
Like a morning's shower
Like spring's first flower
I want something clean...
I'm waiting for something clean
I want to know how that feels
God must be on drugs again
For not giving me what's supposed to be mine
Without it I will have to stumble
And I never will fully feel fine
© Klaus Dorninger
