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