Amber Rubarth Washing Day
Walking past my lover's house
Bitter taste still in my mouth
Too much whiskey too much smoke
Last night's tears hang on my coat
But now the rain has stopped its fall
Street shine like a mirror ball
Sun comes on it's just enough
Watch the flowers waking up
It's washing day
It's washing day
Colors run and they fade away
It's washing day
It's washing day
Feel the threads like new again
Big machines all in a row
Mother with her child in tone
Change old paper for ol' silver coins
Lose myself in all this noise
Wake up from a peaceful rest
Counting down one minute left
Caught in stops it's jogging claims
All in order against my face
It's washing day
It's washing day
Colors run and they fade away
It's washing day
It's washing day
Feel the threads like new again
What's this in my dungaries
My back pocket curled increased
My old notebook filled with you
Our secrets now just streaks of blue
It's all a mess but beautiful
This emptyness a gift I hold
Write a poem with you in mind
And then I leave the memories with you behind
I leave the memories with you behind
It's washing day
It's washing day
Colors run and they fade away
It's washing day
It's washing day
Feel the threads like new again
Feel the threads like new again
Feel the threads like new again
Feel the threads like new again
