

Left your denim jacket in the spin cycle Smelling sweet
like fresh dryer sheets
And you kept the paper receipt
For absolutely no reason at all
Static cling under fluorescent tubes
Glowing like a CRT screen In our old living room playing 8-bit
games We are frozen in that digital light
Oh, we're tumbling in the warm light
Spinning round like a lost design
(yeah) Keep the receipt,
but leave the coat tonight
We're just playing for another high score
Quarter slot is empty,
laundry's done But we linger in
the warm detergent air
You're still clutching that folded paper slip
Like it holds the secret of our retro flare
Oh, we're tumbling in the warm light
Spinning round like a lost design (ooh-yeah) Keep the receipt,
but leave the coat tonight
We're just playing for another high score
Just a CRT glow (spin it round)
Keep the receipt