Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Fluorescent pressure, the essence of stress Messed up the cycle, a spiritual mess Earl’s in the corner, a former performer Now he’s just seeking a radiator warmer Denim is spinning, the rhythm is winning He’s counting the losses since the beginning Calloused and quiet, a soul on a diet Waiting for silence to start up a riot Dust on the lens of the CCTV Life is a loop on a broken TV Folding the linens with surgical precision Trapped in the logic of a heavy decision He nods to the beat of the industrial drum Waiting for the feeling in his fingers to come [Chorus] Suds in the drum, spinning slow Quarters in the slot, watch it go Silent kings, no crowns in sight Surviving the hum of the night [Scratch: "Check the rhythm"] [Scratch: "Two a.m. flow"] [Verse] Nursing student in the plastic chair Bleach on her hands, pens in her hair Anatomy chapters, the gravity captures Her sanity fractures in vanity raptures She’s scrubbing the scrubs, the rubbing of tubs Ignored by the elites and the snobby clubs Steam from the vent, heavy and grey Washing the ghosts of a long day Thrift store sweaters and faded letters Waiting for the weather to get a bit better She catches his eye in the glass reflection A momentary spark of a human connection No words are exchanged, the range is the same Two different players in the very same game [Hook] It’s the third shift blues In these scuffed up shoes Nothing left to lose Just the path we choose [Scratch: "Keep it moving"] [Scratch: "Under the lights"] [Bridge] Cold water rinses the deep-seated pain Tumbling through the imaginary rain Static cling on a weary soul Trying to make the broken parts whole Fabric softener for the hard-hearted Finishing the work that the ancestors started [Verse] The dryer dings, a lonely tone Nobody here wants to be alone Earl shares a nod, a silent grace Lines of time on a tired face He hands her a sheet for the static Movements are fluid and highly cinematic Detergent scent, lemon and pine Waiting for the morning sun to shine They pack up the bags, the heavy loads Heading back out to the desolate roads Resilience lives in the small routine Dirty laundry in a clean machine One last look at the flickering light Before they vanish back into the night [Chorus] Suds in the drum, spinning slow Quarters in the slot, watch it go Silent kings, no crowns in sight Surviving the hum of the night [Scratch: "Check the rhythm"] [Scratch: "Two a.m. flow"] [Post-Chorus] Spinning around, around we go In the 2 a.m. shadow show Spinning around, around we go More than the world will ever know [Outro]
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