Washing her hands of the situation, she put away the cleaning supplies.
It was far past the point of no return, but it would still be proper to make things tidy
Perhaps she could even burn a candle to help with the smell.
Except the police would be here soon, so it was time to be off.
Making passionate love to my soul
Under the vibrating cones of the massive speakers
Sound crashing out in waves and washing over me
It transports me to a place of tranquility
Carrying the problems of the world away for a small bit of time
So this thing about washing your hands?
Obviously you need to do it every time.
And if you don’t? I’m asking for a friend.
Perhaps I don’t shake hands with you anymore.
Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.