Walking past my lover's house
Bitter taste still in my mouth
Too much whiskey, too much smoke

Last night's tears hang on my coat
But now the rain has stopped it's fall
Streets shine like a mirror ball

Sun comes on, it's just enough
Watch the flower's waking up


It's washing day
It's washing day
Colors run and they fade away

It's washing day
It's washing day
Feel the threads like new again


Big machines all in a row
Mother with her child in tow

Change old paper for silver coins
Lose myself in all this noise
Wake up from a peaceful rest

Counting down, one minute left
Cotton stops it's jog in place
I hold it warm against my face


It's washing day
It's washing day

Colors run and they fade away
It's washing day
It's washing day

Feel the threads like new again

What's this in my dungarees

In my back pocket, curled and creased
My old notebook, filled with you
Our secrets now just streaks of blue

It's all a mess, but beautiful
This emptiness, a gift I hold
I write a poem with you in mind

And leave the memories behind
I leave the memories behind


It's washing day
It's washing day
Colors run and they fade away

It's washing day
It's washing day
Feel the threads like new again

Feel the threads like new again
Feel the threads like new again