Track 9 of the album Slow Tide Home · 2016
Soap Bubbles on the Window Glass
“A laundromat at night is the most romantic room in the city, if you ask me. The bubbles are Lena's high notes.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · late-night jazz · 3:21
Lyrics
Rain on the window, soap in the air The laundromat's glowing, I'm sitting there A paperback open, a coat on my knee And someone is smiling across from me Soap bubbles on the window glass Little rainbows, floating past Slow and easy, soft and sweet Midnight dreams on a plastic seat Soap bubbles on the window glass Let the moment slowly pass Nothing's in a hurry here When the one I like is near She hands me a sock that fell on the floor I hand her a smile, and then something more The dryers are humming a lullaby tune Beneath a thin silver rain-colored moon Soap bubbles on the window glass Little rainbows, floating past Slow and easy, soft and sweet Midnight dreams on a plastic seat Soap bubbles on the window glass Let the moment slowly pass Nothing's in a hurry here When the one I like is near Fold the night up soft and small Tuck it in my coat Warm as every towel here And soft as every note Soap bubbles on the window glass Little rainbows, floating past Slow and easy, soft and sweet Midnight dreams on a plastic seat Soap bubbles on the window glass Let the moment slowly pass Nothing's in a hurry here When the one I like is near Floating past, floating past Soap bubbles on the window glass