Clean ones

I've seen broken, fixed ones, some that you can lean on.
No matter what He throws my way I'm looking for a clean one.
We burn down just to find out there are none.
Bound to go again,
It's a small crime.

In the bar, everybody is the right one.
Ask as many as you want no one's found some.
No, it's not their fault, look around them.
We are chasing clouds in the tunnels.

I'm burning down this field to make it cleaner.
Gasoline wipes out all its secrets.
She said don't look for fire in the river,
Don't look for saints in a house full of sinners.

As much as we have shared all of our dinners
We're still out, looking for the clean ones.
Maybe it's my lenses that need a fix right.
I will leave you all behind on the next flight.

You really look like one but never feel so.
Head is so stained but your hands are always clean though.
You can never tell from the screen so,
So easy to get in, not to leave clean.
 My heart beats fast.
All my blood stands still.

As much as I have listened and shared with you my weakness.
Time is such a trap I'm still searching for the cleanest.
Yes, it looks quite unrealistic.
They remain unseen,
To die for a dream
Where grass is the greenest.