Clean White Love - Lisa Mitchell

I left the keys in the car

I left the door ajar

I didn’t want to be alone

These are the days and the nights

Of these sweet humbling heights

And I know it used to be home

Whisk me away

I’ll be yours for a day

In heavenly fields which we roam

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

What are you doing?

What you doing, what ya doing to me?

What are you doing to my head?

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

A woah ah oh you’re too clean white love.

I give my heart on the morning of November 6th

Oh, everybody’s looking for a fix

Hey…

Sell me a sign

I’ll cut the telephone line

Just to keep the quotations alive

Oh you’re bleeding me dry

But the feeling is blind

And I know you’re looking divine.

Sell me it straight

Oh, it might be too late

Keep on breaking the rules

Oh…

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

What are you doing?

What you doing, what ya doing to me?

What are you doing to my head?

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

A woah ah oh you’re too clean white love.

I give my heart on the morning of November 6th

Oh, everybody’s looking for a fix

Oh… Oh a oh…

And this love is diseased

there’s a cure

I need that medicine

To get to the core

Remember this place

It’s left to the fates

But it’s kind to be cruel

Oh…

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

What are you doing?

What you doing, what ya doing to me?

What are you doing to my head?

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

A woah ah oh you’re too clean white love.

What are you doing?

What you doing, what ya doing to me?

What are you doing to my head?

A woah ah oh you’re my clean white love

A woah ah oh you’re too clean white love.

What are you doing?

What you doing, what ya doing to me?

What are you doing to my head?

In my heart on the morning of November 6th

Oh, everybody’s looking for a fix

Ohhh… ah ohhh…