Real now, I have pinned these whites up in imagination many times. Rough nights I would hold the brightness of fresh washing rainbows in my mind. [Chorus] Warm sun can be squeezed from wet clothes strung between two mangoes on a line. I'll heal: After so much clenching something's breaking open as I pin clean clothes to my island clothesline looking out on mountains, homecoming. [Chorus] Warm sun can be squeezed from wet clothes strung between two mangoes on a line. Real now, I have pinned these whites up in imagination many times. Rough nights I would hold the brightness of fresh washing rainbows in my mind. [Chorus] Warm sun can be squeezed from wet clothes strung between two mangoes on a line. I'll heal: After so much clenching something's breaking open as I pin clean clothes to my island clothesline looking out on mountains, homecoming.
