Tumble Dry Low

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nChai steam rising slow\nChipped ceramic in my hand\nPink neon starts to glow\nOn the asphalt, dark and grand\nVinyl crackle in the air\nWhile I pretend I do not care\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou’re leaning on the machine\nThe coolest sight I’ve ever seen\nJust a familiar face\nIn this quiet, sterile space\n\n[Chorus]\nWe’re just folding time\nIn a late-night, rhythmic rhyme\nTumble dry low, keep it slow\nNowhere else we need to go\nLavender scent in the breeze\nBringing me down to my knees\nIt’s a heavy kind of quiet\nA soft and soulful riot\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nLet the cycle spin\nWhere do we begin?\nIs it just the fate?\nOr is it getting late?\n\n[Verse]\nDenim rubbing against lace\nI’m memorizing every trace\nOf the way you stack your shirts\nUntil the silence almost hurts\nYou catch my eye through the glass\nWatching the midnight minutes pass\n\n[Hook]\nKeep it on the low\nEverything I already know\nFeeling kind of blue\nWaiting on a move from you\n\n[Chorus]\nWe’re just folding time\nIn a late-night, rhythmic rhyme\nTumble dry low, keep it slow\nNowhere else we need to go\nLavender scent in the breeze\nBringing me down to my knees\nIt’s a heavy kind of quiet\nA soft and soulful riot\n\n[Bridge]\nThe Wurlitzer hums a low E\nBetween you and between me\nNo need for the heavy talk\nOr the "where do we go" walk\nJust the snap of a towel\nAnd the flugelhorn’s soft howl\n\n[Chorus]\nWe’re just folding time\nIn a late-night, rhythmic rhyme\nTumble dry low, keep it slow\nNowhere else we need to go\nLavender scent in the breeze\nBringing me down to my knees\nIt’s a heavy kind of quiet\nA soft and soulful riot\n\n[Outro]