Laundry Room

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