Michelle Branch Lyrics
"Washing Machine"

Your eyes
They look so bright
A funky flair in my appetite but there's no room for you

My feet are on the ground and my head is in the clouds
But you still can't break through whatcha gonna do

I'm not gonna stand around waiting for my lips to be read
Falling through the cracks in the ground
My feelings need to be said

Flowing like water in a crimson melody
The orange plastic sun is shining
The truth so hard to see
The rain of your existence is falling down on me
And the soap suds spread like a disease from my washing machine

I'm not gonna stand around waiting for my lips to be read
Falling through the cracks in the ground
My feelings need to be said

I'm not just gonna stand around waiting for you
Falling through the cracks in the ground
And I'm hoping that you'll make your next move
That you'll make your next move

I'm not gonna stand around waiting for my lips to be read
Falling through the cracks in the ground
My feelings need to be said