I’ve been waiting, all night
In the laundry room
For my clothes to dry
But nothing seems to get dry in here
Nothing seems to get dry in here
And there’s something in the mirror
That keeps pulling at my eye
Nothing seems to get dry in here
Nothing seems to get dry in here
Nothing is getting dry
Pulling at my eye
But I couldn’t give a toss
If you wanted
Another chance
Like a snake in a train
Or a battle in a brain
We never really had a chance
We never had a chance
And the corner of the window
Still looks like it needs cleaning
I made up a lie
I told you I was already home
When, in fact, I was in Waitrose
No Sainsbury’s
I mean one of those supermarkets
I can’t get those clothes to dry
I can’t get those clothes to dry
And all of the feelings that we’re
Keeping in the bedroom
Hoping they’ll just go to sleep
They seem to be louder than ever
They seem to be calling to me
I can’t get those clothes to dry
And the drip drip drip of the pipe
Keeps me awake at night
But there isn’t another room
There’s never any room
And I can’t get those clothes to dry
I can’t get those clothes to dry