歌詞

Sunday laundry, slow spins

Time just folds itself in

Nothing heavy on my chest

Just the sound of being still

Sunday laundry, soft days

White noise washing the gray

I don’t rush what’s left to dry

Let the hours have their way

Coins in the tray, faded jeans

Shirt I wore when I was mean

Button missing, thread still there

Some things hold even when they tear

Neighbors talking through the wall

Someone drops a plastic bag

Life keeps going out of frame

Doesn’t need me to react

Used to think rest had a cost

Now I let the minutes wash

Sunday laundry, slow spins

Same mistakes, softer skin

I don’t sort the right from wrong

I just let the cycle end

Sunday laundry, clean sheets

Sunlight landing at my feet

If this is all the day demands

I think I understand

Sunday laundry