[Verse] Stacked clothes tower like the night, Spin that dial, but it won’t bite. Empty pockets, coins are dry, Waiting here while time goes by. [Pre-Chorus] Rust in the metal, ticking low, Echoes of a clink that won’t show. [Chorus] But the machine’s fixed, hear it hum, Fighting the grind until it’s done. Laundry day blues, washing away, In smoky clouds, I’ll find my way. Buttons pressed, and the drums roll on, Restless heart in this rinse and song. [Verse] Shadows stretch across the floor, Fingers itch to shut the door. The world’s spinning, slow and tight, Waiting for the wash to right. [Pre-Chorus] Rust in the metal, ticking low, Echoes of a clink that won’t show. [Chorus] But the machine’s fixed, hear it hum, Fighting the grind until it’s done. Laundry day blues, washing away, In smoky clouds, I’ll find my way. Buttons pressed, and the drums roll on, Restless heart in this rinse and song. [Bridge] Flash of coins now falling free, A rhythm born of mystery. Tumble dry my restless soul, Spin me round, regain control. [Chorus] But the machine’s fixed, hear it hum, Fighting the grind until it’s done. Laundry day blues, washing away, In smoky clouds, I’ll find my way. Buttons pressed, and the drums roll on, Restless heart in this rinse and song. [Outro] Restless heart in this rinse and song, The machine’s fixed—now I belong.