I found a dime in the lint tray Your red sock stuck to the wall Two empty mugs by the sink And your note in the hall The washer rattled like thunder You said, “don’t wait up, just start” I pressed the button and watched Our whole week spin apart Round and round It keeps on moving White and red In the same blue water Spin it back, spin it back Spin it back, spin it back Dirty days turn clean In the velvet spin cycle Spin it back, spin it back Spin it back, spin it back I can’t hold what you leave But I can fold the hurt Your jacket smells like rain now Even after the soap I hung it over the chair Like a flag of hope The window breathed on the glass A little fog, a little light I matched your shirts by color Like I could get us right Round and round It keeps on moving White and red In the same blue water Spin it back, spin it back Spin it back, spin it back Dirty days turn clean In the velvet spin cycle Spin it back, spin it back Spin it back, spin it back I can’t hold what you leave But I can fold the hurt Maybe that’s all love is Hands in a borrowed room Staying with the mess Till the clatter turns to bloom Spin it back, spin it back Spin it back, spin it back Dirty days turn clean In the velvet spin cycle Spin it back, spin it back Spin it back, spin it back I can’t hold what you leave But I can fold the hurt Spin it back, spin it back Spin it back, spin it back Even broken things Can come out soft again
