The dark trees christen the night sky Hey, what do you think Are their leaves like mine Blown by the breeze And met with a cold light 23 seems like a long time Planted by streams But these words are not mine What do you see When you look at me I'm unclean I'm unclean Would you wipe it all away I'm unclean I'm unclean Would you wipe it all away It gets so cold up in this place I could come down and see Your face I hear You calling out my name So I climb out and go below For all my faults You surely know And this old treehouse ain't no home I'm unclean I'm unclean Would you wipe it all away I'm unclean I'm unclean Would you wipe it all away Am I old or am I young I've been told to seek the Son But tell me how long is this race I run Out of breath, but keeping stride No fear of death, just sting of life Running to win or am I running to hide Running to win or am I running to hide I'm unclean I'm unclean Would you wipe it all away I'm unclean I'm unclean Would you wipe it all away