Track Insight / Lyrics
Gears are turning, hands are set
A laundromat, I haven't slept
For twenty-four, the cycle spins
While outside, the world forgets
The whirring hum, a lullaby
Each spin cycle whispers, time will fly
But in this space, between the walls
A quiet moment, softly falls
Clockwork rain, a steady beat
Washing clean, the weary street
Each drop a tick, each fold a turn
A rhythm learned, a lesson burned
Across the room, a woman hums
Her fingers nimble, she overcomes
The tangled mess, a mountain high
With soap and steam, she brings it nigh
The whirring hum, a lullaby
Each spin cycle whispers, time will fly
But in this space, between the walls
A quiet moment, softly falls
Clockwork rain, a steady beat
Washing clean, the weary street
Each drop a tick, each fold a turn
A rhythm learned, a lesson burned
The window pane, a silver sheet
Reflects the dance, the rhythmic feet
Of turning wheels, and spinning clothes
A story told, in gentle flows
The rain subsides, a gentle sigh
The city sleeps, beneath the sky
And I am left, with thoughts untold
A clockwork heart, a story bold
Clockwork rain, a steady beat
Washing clean, the weary street
Each drop a tick, each fold a turn
A rhythm learned, a lesson burned
The dawn arrives, a golden hue
The laundromat, bids goodbye to you
