Track 11 of the album Marrow · 2019
Spin Cycle Prayer, Midnight Chapel
by Iron Marrow
“Midnight at the laundromat and a widow folding shirts. The record ends on the softest and heaviest thing we have done.”
metal · doom metal · gothic metal · power ballad · 4:33
Lyrics
Midnight at the laundromat, the lights are low A widow folds her husband's shirts, so slow The washers hum a hymn that no one knows She holds the sleeve against her cheek, it goes I'm just a man with a basket and a coat A stranger in the humming, but I note Her hands are gentle, hands that learned to wait She smiles at me, it's never been too late Spin cycle prayer, midnight chapel Warm light holding what we cannot handle Round and round, the sorrow turns to calm Every tired heart finds a little balm She hands me a coin when mine runs out Says "dear, we all run short, no doubt" I thank her softly in the dryer's glow We share the quiet, nothing more to know Spin cycle prayer, midnight chapel Warm light holding what we cannot handle Round and round, the sorrow turns to calm Every tired heart finds a little balm Fold it up and carry it home Nobody here has to be alone Spin cycle prayer, midnight chapel Warm light holding what we cannot handle Round and round, the sorrow turns to calm Every tired heart finds a little balm Warm light, warm light Every tired heart finds a little balm