From My Hands - Frank Christian

Don't rebuke me with your blue pencil words

It's not some rumor that I have overheard

Or a passing bell at midnight delivering commands

I can wash you from my hands

You can watch me where I stand

Wash you from my hands

Is there a broken reed hidden beneath this veil
An irritating anger sets my heart to wail
Keep it clean and keep it tidy
Keep it spic and span
I can wash you from my hands
You can watch me where I stand
Wash you from my hands

Be cruel to be kind, it's mercy's second chance or a rose watered glance
Between pillows of a private box
That love cannot sustain
I can wash you from my hands
You can watch me where I stand
Wash you from my hands

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