(Verse 1)
The sun burns out across the sky
A final breath, a quiet sigh
The colors drain from the autumn leaves
Like stolen hope from a heart that grieves
A photograph turns sepia brown
A faded ghost in a lonely town
Everything leaves a silent trail
A broken line, a distant wail
(Chorus)
'Cause some things, they just don't fade away
You can't wash 'em clean at the end of the day
They're stained into the fabric, a permanent mark
A burning ember in the endless dark
You can scrub your skin 'til it's raw and sore
But the memory's knocking on the basement door
Some kind of shadow, some kind of sin
You can't wash clean, can't wash clean
(Verse 2)
The ink on the letter, a tear-streaked line
A promise broken by the cruel design
The dent in the fender from a careless mistake
A heavy burden for goodness sake
The taste of dust in a bitter mouth
A hollow whisper heading south
The echo of a slammed front door
Some things just live forevermore
(Chorus)
'Cause some things, they just don't fade away
You can't wash 'em clean at the end of the day
They're stained into the fabric, a permanent mark
A burning ember in the endless dark
You can scrub your skin 'til it's raw and sore
But the memory's knocking on the basement door
Some kind of shadow, some kind of sin
You can't wash clean, can't wash clean
(Bridge)
I'm walking through a world of grey
Trying to get to yesterday
To a place where it all was new
Before the scars turned black and blue
But every step is a heavy stone
A truth I've come to know and own
The past ain't buried, it's just asleep
In the promises we couldn't keep
(Guitar Solo)
(A gritty, distorted solo that's full of feedback and noise. The notes are slow and mournful at first, then build to a chaotic and frantic climax before settling back into a low, sustained drone.)
(Outro)
Can't wash it clean...
Can't wash it clean...
The blood on my hands...
The dirt on my jeans...
It's just part of me...
It's just part of me...
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