I sort all the dirty clothes, night after night, Delicate dark, delicate light, Tough dark, white-wash, cold wash only Separate piles - what it means to be lonely
Pour in the powder and press the right switch Why do I care what's with what and which is which Would it be terrible day after day To stuff them all in under delicate grey
To dance all night in the delicate dark Greet the dawn in the delicate light of the park While the tough dark days are white-washed out And the cold-wash boils as it steams runs out