Washing Machine

Your eyes

They look so bright

A funky flair in my appetite but there's no room for you



My feet are on the ground and my head is in the clouds

But you still can't break through whatcha gonna do



I'm not gonna stand around waiting for my lips to be read

Falling through the cracks in the ground

My feelings need to be said



Flowing like water in a crimson melody

The orange plastic sun is shining

The truth so hard to see

The rain of your existence is falling down on me

And the soap suds spread like a disease from my washing machine



I'm not gonna stand around waiting for my lips to be read

Falling through the cracks in the ground

My feelings need to be said



I'm not just gonna stand around waiting for you

Falling through the cracks in the ground

And I'm hoping that you'll make your next move

That you'll make your next move



I'm not gonna stand around waiting for my lips to be read

Falling through the cracks in the ground

My feelings need to be said