Track 5 of the EP Forgive Me in the April Light · 2020
Midnight at the Spinning Glass
“A laundromat at midnight with one buzzing light. Lonely, but the washers keep a heartbeat for me.”
art song · art song · impressionist · 4:15
Lyrics
Midnight at the laundromat, the street is fast asleep One buzzing light above me and the washers' slow heartbeat I came with one small basket and a quiet I can't name Watching all my yesterdays go round inside the flame Round and round and round they go Soft and slow, soft and slow Midnight at the spinning glass Watching all my colours pass Every sleeve and every thread Holds a little thing unsaid Turn them over, let them rest Warm and clean against my chest Nothing here is lost, alas Midnight at the spinning glass There's a sock without its partner on the folding table's edge A coin spun on the linoleum, a lonely window ledge The vending machine is humming a lullaby to no one And I count the minutes slowly till the cycle is done Round and round and round they go Soft and slow, soft and slow Midnight at the spinning glass Watching all my colours pass Every sleeve and every thread Holds a little thing unsaid Turn them over, let them rest Warm and clean against my chest Nothing here is lost, alas Midnight at the spinning glass The door sighs open, then it closes The smell of soap and warmer roses I hold your shirt a moment longer Then fold it, and I feel stronger Midnight at the spinning glass Watching all my colours pass Every sleeve and every thread Holds a little thing unsaid Turn them over, let them rest Warm and clean against my chest Nothing here is lost, alas Midnight at the spinning glass Round and round, and slowly still The night grows quiet, and I will Carry home what I have made Warm and folded, unafraid