Is this a mystic's deep dark spell
Or a joke to make us come undone and yell?
Another blackness tries again
To bend our will behind our backs
And hold us down til' we say:
When will this be over?
When will we be free in the end?
And in the end will the water run clear
And all the cold disappear into clearwater, clear,
So deep that we can all come clean?
Is this a madman's time to tell
To sell a fate that burns our eyes from our lives?
Well, I say:
When will this be over?
When will we be free in the end?
And in the end will the water run clear
And all the sad disappear into clearwater, clear,
So deep that we can all come clean?
(Clearwater, clear)
So deep that we can all come clean
(Clearwater, clear)
So deep that we can all come clean
(Clearwater, clear)
Clearwater, clear
Clearwater, clear
So deep that we can all come clean