The Lint Folders

[Intro]
[Verse]
Fluorescent light hums low
Where the tired people go
Spinning circles in the dark
Waiting for a tiny spark
Nickel silver in the slot
Forget everything you bought
The motorik rhythm starts to play
Chasing all the ghosts away
[Verse]
Number seven opens wide
Summer grass is tucked inside
Sprinklers hiss a silver tune
Underneath a paper moon
I can smell the cut clover
Now the winter time is over
Climb into the tumbling heat
Feel the grass beneath your feet
[Chorus]
Lost socks hum a song
Where the lonely parts belong
Lullabies I never knew
Turning green and turning blue
Fabric softener and lace
Floating in a quiet space
Every rhythm is a ghost
The things we really love the most
[Bridge]
The attendant is a bird
A thousand wings are heard
Folding lint into a crane
Washing out the winter rain
Iridescent feathers glow
In the places we don't go
Origami made of dust
In the starlings we can trust
[Post-Chorus]
Which door leads to my bed?
Spinning dreams inside my head
If I stay I might forget
Everything I haven't met
Giddy thrill of secret keys
Hidden in the summer breeze
Dread is just a tiny sound
When the magic can be found
[Verse]
Freight trains rumble far away
In the middle of the day
I am dissolving in the steam
Waking up inside a dream
Forty voices in a row
Watch the heavy water flow
Static plateau in the sky
Where the sleepy people lie
[Outro]