[Intro] (clean arpeggiated guitar alone, no drums, 8 bars) [Verse 1 - Male Spoken Word] (dry, close, almost muttered) I came to your house with a bag of seed and no idea what the soil was like. Knocked like a man with good news in his teeth. Left tracks all over your kitchen floor. [Verse 2 - Male Spoken Word] (bass and kick enter, delivery accelerating) And I called it love, the way I kept explaining you to yourself — straining a gnat out of your coffee while a camel stood at my sink drinking everything I had. I carried a lamp into a lit room and I told you it was dark. [Pre-Chorus] (drums drop completely for two bars before entry) I painted the outside of me whatever color they told me heaven was. Eggshell, I think. Something washable. [Chorus - Male, Half-Sung] (hard cut from pre-chorus, full band immediate) Lord, I'm a whitewashed thing, a cloud with no rain in me, I came to your drought with a lecture and a very clean name. [Verse 3 - Male Spoken Word] (band pulls back to guitar and hi-hat) And when you said the church took your father's money and called it a gift to God, I said — but that's not real Christianity. Which is the sentence I use when I don't want to look at anything. [Break - Spoken, No Drums] (guitar feedback holding underneath) Twenty-three woes, and I can recite them. Twenty-three woes, and I read them out to you like a weather report for somebody else's town. [Chorus - Male, Shouted] (short silence before this section, then biggest version) Lord, I'm a whitewashed thing, a cloud with no rain in me, I came to your drought with a lecture and a very clean name. And a very clean name. [Bridge - Female Vocal Solo] (everything stops — voice alone, no accompaniment, plain and unhurried) And I never asked you to be clean. I never asked you to be right. I asked you to sit down. I asked you to sit down here on the floor with me and not say anything for one hour. [Outro - Male Spoken] (single guitar note, one line, then abrupt cut) I didn't know how to — [End]
