Quarter pile on the chair

Red sock under the stair

Coins in the denim tray

I missed you yesterday

The basket's full of rain

Soap stains on my brain

You said leave it to me

Now it's all on me

Round and round again

Spin me back to sense

Hands in warm white foam

I don't wanna go home

Spin cycle, spin cycle

Turn my mess to gold

Spin cycle, spin cycle

Keep my hands in the fold

Spin cycle, spin cycle

Till the hurt comes clean

(spin cycle)

(spin cycle)

Wash that night off me

Blue shirt lost a cuff

Your note got torn enough

Call me when you're free

So I did by three

The window fogged with heat

My socks on the drying seat

I watched the water run

Thought of what we'd done

Round and round again

Spin me back to sense

Hands in warm white foam

I don't wanna go home

Spin cycle, spin cycle

Turn my mess to gold

Spin cycle, spin cycle

Keep my hands in the fold

Spin cycle, spin cycle

Till the hurt comes clean

(spin cycle)

(spin cycle)

Wash that night off me

I keep the loudest parts

Folded in the dark

But the machine don't lie

It takes and gives me time

Spin cycle, spin cycle

Turn my mess to gold

Spin cycle, spin cycle

Keep my hands in the fold

Spin cycle, spin cycle

Till the hurt comes clean

(spin cycle)

(spin cycle)

Wash that night off me