Clean

Clean
Today, everything was fine
Until roundabout, quarter to nine
I suddenly found myself in a bind
Was it something I said?
Something I read and manifested that's getting you down

Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried
Say what you will
Say what you mean
You could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean
Tomorrow, what price will I pay?
Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed?
Would you then gimme the time of day?
I need a map of your head
Translated into English
So I can learn not to make you frown
You'd feel better if you'd vent
Put your frustrations into four letter words
And let them out on mine
The most weathered ears in town
So say what you will
Say what you mean
You could never offend
Your dirty words come out clean
En esta canción de Incubus llamada 'Clean', se narra una historia emocionalmente cargada que comienza con un día perfecto que de repente se ve afectado por una situación confusa...