Текст песни Washing Day — Amber Rubarth

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
Streets shine like a mirror ball
Sun comes on, it’s just enough
Watch the flower’s 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 tow
Change old paper for silver coins
Lose myself in all this noise
Wake up from a peaceful rest
Counting down, one minute left
Cotton stops its jog in place
I hold it warm 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 dungarees
In my back pocket, curled and creased
My old notebook, filled with you
Our secrets now just streaks of blue
It’s all a mess but beautiful
This emptiness, a gift I hold
I write a poem with you in mind
And leave the memories behind
I leave the memories 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