The 3:17 Cycle

[Intro]
[Verse]
Fluorescent light is humming
The silver drum is coming
Three seventeen on the clock
I lost a single sock
The vinyl crackles very low
I have nowhere left to go
The air is thick with mist
I don't think I exist
[Pre-Chorus]
Soap suds on the floor
Shadows at the door
My breath is coming very slow
I watch the grey water flow
[Chorus]
Tumbling like a ghost
What I miss the most
Lint inside the metal screen
Nothing here is ever clean
Soft and grey and very old
Doing exactly what I am told
[Verse]
He left a heavy stack of clothes
Where the stranger went nobody knows
That wool is a dusty shade of blue
It looks exactly like a gift from you
The fabric is warm and slightly worn
Like a memory being slowly torn
The sweater smells of summer rain
A very quiet kind of pain
[Hook]
Spinning in the dark
Waiting for a spark
Spinning in the deep
Never going to sleep
[Bridge]
The keys are lost upon the street
I cannot seem to find the beat
The detective said that they are lost
I am counting up the cost
The static is a quiet yawn
A shadow on the frozen lawn
The grey light is beautiful
The empty room is very full
[Chorus]
Tumbling like a ghost
What I miss the most
Lint inside the metal screen
Nothing here is ever clean
Soft and grey and very old
Doing exactly what I am told
[Post-Chorus]
Faded threads of heavy wool
Give the power cord a pull
Static in my messy hair
No one else is really there
[Outro]