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