The Spin Cycle

[Intro]
[Verse]
The static in the attic of a dusty shelf.
A tragic kind of magic just to know myself.
The upright bass is thumping through the lonesome shop.
The heavy rhythm of the tumble won't ever stop.
The vinyl crackles like the sparks inside the wire.
A weary soul sitting beside a neon fire.
I watch the bubbles rise and then they fade away.
The ghosts of people who have nothing left to say.
[Pre-Chorus]
The soapy bubbles start to shimmer in the light.
Keeping the darkness from the middle of the night.
The metal humming is a song we all can share.
A heavy weight is lifted in the humid air.
[Chorus]
Round and round the heavy water flows.
Washing out the secrets that nobody knows.
Midnight at the laundry, rhythm of the street.
Folding up the sorrow till the cycle is complete.
The spin is dizzy and the heat is rising high.
Underneath the shadow of a velvet purple sky.
We’re all just waiting for the rinse to turn to dry.
Watching all the moments go passing by.
[Post-Chorus]
Spinning all around.
Lost and found.
In the sound.
On the ground.
[Verse]
The neon flicker casts a shadow on the floor.
A tired man is walking through the sliding door.
He’s got a jacket with a collar made of fur.
His memories are nothing but a silver blur.
He’s counting coins like they were diamonds in his hand.
A lonely traveler across a desert land.
He watches water turn from crystal into grey.
Washing the remnants of a bitter Saturday.
The dryer spins a heavy coat of misery.
It’s just a ritual for everyone to see.
[Pre-Chorus]
The soapy bubbles start to shimmer in the light.
Keeping the darkness from the middle of the night.
The metal humming is a song we all can share.
A heavy weight is lifted in the humid air.
[Chorus]
Round and round the heavy water flows.
Washing out the secrets that nobody knows.
Midnight at the laundry, rhythm of the street.
Folding up the sorrow till the cycle is complete.
The spin is dizzy and the heat is rising high.
Underneath the shadow of a velvet purple sky.
We’re all just waiting for the rinse to turn to dry.
Watching all the moments go passing by.
[Bridge]
The trumpet wails a lonely melody of brass.
I see the reflections in the dirty window glass.
The steam is thick enough to hide a broken heart.
Where every ending is a brand new place to start.
The smell of lavender is mixing with the rain.
A temporary bandage for a hidden pain.
[Verse]
A girl is sitting on the table by the wall.
She’s waiting patiently for someone else to call.
She finds a dollar in the lining of her vest.
A tiny blessing for a spirit put to test.
She smiles a little as she folds a yellow dress.
A moment’s peace inside this messy stress.
I grab the broom and start to sweep the grit aside.
With nowhere left for all these heavy truths to hide.
[Chorus]
Round and round the heavy water flows.
Washing out the secrets that nobody knows.
Midnight at the laundry, rhythm of the street.
Folding up the sorrow till the cycle is complete.
The spin is dizzy and the heat is rising high.
Underneath the shadow of a velvet purple sky.
We’re all just waiting for the rinse to turn to dry.
Watching all the moments go passing by.
[Outro]