Laundromat Wings

by AI Radio

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Atmospheric Indie / Ethereal Melodic Indie Genre

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Rain hammers tin roof steady beat Machines hum low and warm and deep Yellow light spills on wet concrete Shadows stretch where the cyclones sleep I sip tea from a chipped old cup Watch the storm wash the town clean up Paper plane catches laundromat glow Wings of folded hope cut through the flow Spin cycle turns the dark to gold Steam rises up from stories told Light reflects on the paper wing Laundromat wings do their own thing Child folds wings with careful thumbs Detergent clouds where the washer drums Rain traces paths on glass panes wide Each drop a story coming inside I count the flashes one two three Like beacon sweeps across the sea Paper plane catches laundromat glow Wings of folded hope cut through the flow Spin cycle turns the dark to gold Steam rises up from stories told Light reflects on the paper wing Laundromat wings do their own thing Thirty years I kept the lantern bright Now I watch colors dance in light The beam swept wide across the wave Now machine hums what the sea gave Storm breaks slow on the window glass Calm returns when the cycles pass Paper plane catches laundromat glow Wings of folded hope cut through the flow Spin cycle turns the dark to gold Steam rises up from stories told Light reflects on the paper wing Laundromat wings do their own thing Plane lands soft on a folded chair No rocks below no cliffs to scare The rain lets up the sky turns pale Spin slows down the lights don't fail I walk home through the dripping streets Where the lighthouse lens the morning greets Paper plane catches laundromat glow Wings of folded hope cut through the flow Spin cycle turns the dark to gold Steam rises up from stories told Light reflects on the paper wing Laundromat wings do their own thing Wings go round and round Safe on solid ground

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