Track 5 of the album Harbour Light · 2019
The Ice Machine Hums on Floor Seven
“Midnight in socks and slippers with an ice bucket. I allowed myself one purely silly song on a serious record.”
operatic pop · lounge · whimsical pop · 3:52
Lyrics
Midnight in my socks and slippers Ice bucket in my hand The carpet's full of roses And the hallway's far from grand The lift goes ding, the lights go dim I tiptoe down the hall Every door is sleeping And I'm the only one at all Past the painting of a lighthouse Past the trolley left for dawn I am a stranger in a corridor And I'm humming on Oh the ice machine hums on floor seven Like a little choir in the wall I'm a queen in a dressing gown Sweeping through the hall Oh the ice machine hums on floor seven And I sing along in tune Nobody here to hear me Underneath the midnight moon Someone's snoring through the plasterboard Someone's watching late TV A pair of shoes outside a door Polished perfectly I wonder who they're waiting for What journeys they have made I wave to the security camera And I curtsy, unafraid Past the painting of a lighthouse Past the trolley left for dawn I am a stranger in a corridor And I'm humming on Oh the ice machine hums on floor seven Like a little choir in the wall I'm a queen in a dressing gown Sweeping through the hall Oh the ice machine hums on floor seven And I sing along in tune Nobody here to hear me Underneath the midnight moon Tomorrow there's a meeting And a suit that needs a press But tonight I own the carpet In my sleepy happiness Twirl once by the fire exit Bow low to the potted palm The whole long hall applauds me With its soft electric calm Oh the ice machine hums on floor seven Like a little choir in the wall I'm a queen in a dressing gown Sweeping through the hall Oh the ice machine hums on floor seven And I sing along in tune Nobody here to hear me Underneath the midnight moon Ding goes the lift Click goes the door Sweet dreams on floor seven