(Verse 1) Spinning round, in the metallic drum Warm water washing over everyone A labyrinth of cotton, threads untwined Leaving half a pair forever left behind. A solitary traveler in the foam Far away from where it called a home Lost beneath the suds, a silent plea Swallowed by the dark machinery. (Chorus) Where do the lonely singles go? Spinning in the rhythm of the undertow A casualty of water, heat, and spin The missing half of where we should have been. One lost sock, orbiting the dark Leaving not a trace, not a single mark. (Verse 2) The drawer is full of ghosts and odd arrays Waiting for a match that fades and frays An orphaned footstep on a wooden floor A cotton phantom slipping through the door. You trace the edges of the dryer's cage Turning down another lonely page Entropy of laundry, cold and grey Another pair that drifted far away. (Chorus) Where do the lonely singles go? Spinning in the rhythm of the undertow A casualty of water, heat, and spin The missing half of where we should have been. One lost sock, orbiting the dark Leaving not a trace, not a single mark. (Bridge) Water drops like teardrops on the glass Watching all the empty seasons pass Is there a kingdom where the lost ones sleep? A secret harvest that the shadows keep? Left without a partner in the cold... Growing old. (Outro) Just one left... Spinning in the dark. Nowhere to go. The missing twin.
