Static in the Spin

[Intro]
[Verse]
Fluorescent hum against the glass
Watching the ghost of summer pass
The dryer spins a heavy drone
A rhythm carved in skin and bone
Your velvet shirt is turning slow
In shades of gold and indigo
[Pre-Chorus]
Static on the cooling tape
There is no way to escape
The suds are rising white and high
Beneath a leaking paper sky
[Chorus]
Slow motion, we’re tumbling
Low volume, we’re crumbling
Lost in the lint and the haze
Caught in a circular daze
No goodbye, just the heat
And the salt on the sheet
[Post-Chorus]
Tumbling down
In this town
Spinning round
Without a sound
[Verse]
Crumpled receipts inside my palm
Searching for a sudden calm
A number blurred by soapy foam
I’m never really going home
The smell of lavender and rain
A soft and psychedelic pain
[Chorus]
Slow motion, we’re tumbling
Low volume, we’re crumbling
Lost in the lint and the haze
Caught in a circular daze
No goodbye, just the heat
And the salt on the sheet
[Bridge]
Warped tape is pulling thin
Where do I even begin?
The harpsichord is playing ghosts
To all the things we wanted most
Glitching Rhodes inside the dark
Fading like a dying spark
[Verse]
The cycle ends with heavy thud
Mixed with the rain and city mud
I fold the pieces of our time
A silent and a wordless crime
The neon bleeds into the floor
I don’t want answers anymore
[Chorus]
Slow motion, we’re tumbling
Low volume, we’re crumbling
Lost in the lint and the haze
Caught in a circular daze
No goodbye, just the heat
And the salt on the sheet
[Post-Chorus]
Tumbling down
In this town
Spinning round
Without a sound
[Outro]