The clothes of love go round and round
In the soapy waters of my heart
But they are never clean of the memories
So I set it back to the start
I've tumbled dried the feelings I've been hiding
And washed my broken dreams in the sink
But nothing removes those heartbreak stains
And it starts to make me think
Maybe one more cycle would ease the pain
I'll set the reds and whites apart
But there's still another load to go
In the washing machine of my heart
