Ilena - 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

Written by:
Ilena Shadbolt

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