I washed the sheets today, the pillow hairs you left
Are washed away in the Laundromat
They go on spinning there with someone else's clothes
They look so different, they look so strange
Because I could not help myself I watched the cycle spin
In the two machines side by side
That's all we are: two loads spinning separately
Trying to lose the stains of losing
Losing has no name and still I want to call you sweetheart
Take this nameless thing from the middle of my sweetheart
Pillow hairs are thin strings to hang a song upon
Metaphors slim things, they get it wrong
My words are little more than shades of gloss
Without your lips I've lost
Losing has no words and still I want to tell you sweetheart
Take this wordless thing from the middle of my sweetheart
To lose you is not not to have you
To lose you is not not anything at all
It just is, it just is, it just is
If all that is left me of you is this hurt
You better believe I'm going to spin it long
If all I can do is to call you sweetheart
If all I can do is sing silence this song
Don't believe I believe it's enough
Don't believe I believe I've said a word
In a four-minute song about four years of us
This riff is not your kiss
This riff is not your hands
This riff is not what I miss
This riff is not a chance
This riff will never be your eyes
This riff is not goodbye
Losing has no song and still I want to sing you sweetheart
Take this silent thing from the middle of my sweetheart
Your kiss left me at a loss, sweetheart
Your hands left me at a loss, sweetheart
Your loss leaves me at a loss, sweetheart
But even this will pass
No words, no hurt, no sweetheart
