Static Cling

[Intro]
[Verse]
Fluorescent tubes hum a low B-flat
The floor is damp where the rain sat
Yellow raincoat dripping on the mat
I’m staring at a stray ginger cat
The spin cycle is a rhythmic heart
Watching the world slowly fall apart
[Pre-Chorus]
Snap of the drum machine
Smell of the wintergreen
Organ stabs in the dark
Waiting for a tiny spark
[Chorus]
It’s a twenty-four hour rinse
I haven't felt a feeling since
The factory smoke is grey and thick
Life is just a repetitive trick
Spin it 'round
Lost and found
In the quiet of the sound
[Post-Chorus]
Spin it 'round
Lost and found
Spin it 'round
Lost and found
[Break]
[Verse]
Half-folded shirts on the plastic bench
The air has a heavy industrial stench
Blue collars stained with coastal salt
Progress grinding to a screeching halt
The Telecaster cuts through the steam
Waking me up from a tepid dream
[Pre-Chorus]
Snap of the drum machine
Smell of the wintergreen
Organ stabs in the dark
Waiting for a tiny spark
[Chorus]
It’s a twenty-four hour rinse
I haven't felt a feeling since
The factory smoke is grey and thick
Life is just a repetitive trick
Spin it 'round
Lost and found
In the quiet of the sound
[Bridge]
Dryer number seven clicks and stops
Outside the temperature finally drops
A stranger left a crumpled little square
Tucked in the door with a silent flare
Numbers printed in a fading ink
Staring at the edge of the metal brink
Maybe it’s a win, maybe it’s a lie
Underneath the heavy English sky
[Verse]
The Farfisa wobbles like a jelly mold
The stories here are all being retold
Shift ends at six, or maybe it’s seven
A laundromat isn't exactly heaven
But the tape echo repeats my name
Everything changes, yet stays the same
[Chorus]
It’s a twenty-four hour rinse
I haven't felt a feeling since
The factory smoke is grey and thick
Life is just a repetitive trick
Spin it 'round
Lost and found
In the quiet of the sound
[Outro]