Washing Machine Lyrics - Broken Bracelet - Michelle Branch

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 just 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 and the truth so hard to see 

The rain of your existence if falling down on me 

And the soap suds spread like a disease, from my washing machine 

I'm not just 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 just gonna stand around 

Waiting for my lips to be read 

Falling through the cracks in the ground 

My feelings need to be said