[Verse 1] I leave the plates For later, for later My mind says “scroll” My hands say “maybe” The sink looks full Like a small, dull mountain But nothing breaks If I wait a minute [Pre-Chorus] Then I turn on the tap And the room changes shape Hot water, cold steam I find my pace One bowl, one fork One little fix I line it up And I click [Chorus] Doing the dishes, doing the dishes (doing the dishes) Back in the rhythm, back in the rhythm (back in the rhythm) Soap line logic Soap line logic A small, steady peace In the rinse and the drip [Verse 2] I watch the grease Slip off the spoon Keep the sponge fresh Keep the knife clean too Stack the plates Like a game I can solve Tall ones first Then the cups in a row It’s funny how A simple routine Turns down the noise Inside of me [Pre-Chorus] Then I turn on the tap And the room changes shape Hot water, cold steam I find my pace One bowl, one fork One little fix I line it up And I click [Chorus] Doing the dishes, doing the dishes (doing the dishes) Back in the rhythm, back in the rhythm (back in the rhythm) Soap line logic Soap line logic A small, steady peace In the rinse and the drip [Bridge] Maybe that’s the point Of every little chore Not to thrill me Just to pull me to the floor What I avoid Can hold me in place Till the static in my head Starts to fade [Drop] Doing the dishes Doing the dishes (doing the dishes) Doing the dishes Back in the rhythm Back in the rhythm (soap line logic) A small, steady peace In the rinse and the drip [Chorus] Doing the dishes, doing the dishes (doing the dishes) Back in the rhythm, back in the rhythm (back in the rhythm) Soap line logic Soap line logic A small, steady peace In the rinse and the drip
