Wet white wings on a cold concrete floor
I can't find the latch on the door
The rain tastes like metal and rust
My gold eyes are clouded with dust
The dryer spins a heavy load
I'm stranded on a midnight road
The humming glass is glowing bright
I'm losing all my grip tonight
Wash away the dirt and the grime
I am just a ghost out of time
Spinning in a circle of blue
Waiting for a version of true
Detergent smells like fake lemon peel
The humming makes the pavement feel real
A plastic bag clings to my chest
I've forgotten the way to my nest
The dryer spins a heavy load
I'm stranded on a midnight road
The humming glass is glowing bright
I'm losing all my grip tonight
Wash away the dirt and the grime
I am just a ghost out of time
Spinning in a circle of blue
Waiting for a version of true
A man in a coat checks his watch
His coffee has a dark bitter notch
He looks at my beak with a stare
As if I were never really there
My hollow bones are shaking and cold
A story that's already been told
I'll trade my flight for a warm cotton sheet
And sleep in the steam of the street
Wash away the dirt and the grime
I am just a ghost out of time
Spinning in a circle of blue
Waiting for a version of true
The buzzer rings a sharp jagged sound
I'm pinned to the grey salted ground
The rain stops its beat on the tin
And the morning is about to begin
Wash away the dirt and the grime
I am just a ghost out of time
Spinning in a circle of blue
Waiting for a version of true
Soap and feathers.
Just soap and feathers.
(Low hum fade)
