Track 4 of the EP The Bell Still Rings on Her Handlebars · 2023
Quarter Past Midnight, Spin Me Home
“Fluorescent hum and soap-scented air on a Tuesday night. A late-night waltz for the spin cycle.”
operatic pop · lounge · soft groove · 4:11
Lyrics
Fluorescent hum and a row of round windows Soap-scented air on a Tuesday night Two strangers folding in opposite corners Sharing the glow of the amber light You lend me a coin when my pocket runs empty I lend you a smile that I didn't plan The machines keep time with a slow, steady rhythm And somehow we're moving as if we began Round and round, the world goes soft Lift me up, then set me down Quarter past midnight, spin me home Warm as the cotton, never alone Round goes the drum and round goes my heart Folding the evening apart Quarter past midnight, spin me slow Where the bright bubbles of laundry-light glow Take my hand, we'll waltz through the wash Till the morning comes on You hold a shirt like a sleeping child And fold it in thirds with a careful grace I laugh at the sock that has lost its partner You say it is hiding in some other place The vending machine hums a tune from an opera We sing the wrong words and we don't mind at all There's something about a bright room at midnight When two lonely people forget they were small Round and round, the world goes soft Lift me up, then set me down Quarter past midnight, spin me home Warm as the cotton, never alone Round goes the drum and round goes my heart Folding the evening apart Quarter past midnight, spin me slow Where the bright bubbles of laundry-light glow Take my hand, we'll waltz through the wash Till the morning comes on The dryer buzzes, the spell is nearly done Two warm baskets and the night is young Ask me for coffee, ask me for more I'll meet you out by the door Quarter past midnight, spin me home Warm as the cotton, never alone Round goes the drum and round goes my heart Folding the evening apart Quarter past midnight, spin me slow Where the bright bubbles of laundry-light glow Take my hand, we'll waltz through the wash Till the morning comes on Till the morning comes on