Tumble Dry Low

[Intro]
[Verse]
Fluorescent hum at two a.m.
Blue soap bubbles on the rim
I’m watching the colors bleed
More laundry than I’ll ever need
(Scoo-ba-doo-bee-way)
You pull a chair across the floor
Like a ghost from ninety-four
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s the smell of lemon zest
And the way you take a rest
Leaning back against the glass
Watching all the minutes pass
I think I know that heavy coat
And the way you clear your throat
[Chorus]
Round and round it goes
Tumble dry on low
We’re folding up the secrets
That we’ll never really know
Just a glance across the tile
For a quiet little while
(Hmm, keep it cool)
[Post-Chorus]
Spinning in the heat
Bitter turned to sweet
Just a rhythmic beat
On a lonely street
[Verse]
You’ve got a basket full of white
Against the darkness of the night
We measure time in quarters now
Trying to remember how
We used to dance in city heat
Before the rhythm skipped a beat
[Bridge]
The lint trap catches every lie
As the heavy minutes fly by
The steam is rising off your shirt
Cleaning out the city dirt
But some stains never fade away
No matter what the labels say
(Shoo-wop, de-dah)
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Round and round it goes
Tumble dry on low
We’re folding up the secrets
That we’ll never really know
Just a glance across the tile
For a quiet little while
[Verse]
You check the timer on the wall
Waiting for the final call
A nod, a shrug, a half-formed grin
Where does the memory begin?
You’re gone before the cycle ends
Just two strangers, maybe friends
(Maybe not, who knows?)
[Chorus]
Round and round it goes
Tumble dry on low
We’re folding up the secrets
That we’ll never really know
Just a glance across the tile
For a quiet little while
[Outro]