Krista Muir
the wash
Hung, hung, hung, hung on the line again
Hung, hung, hung, hung out to dry again
Hung, hung, hung, hung and weâll try again
But sheâs taking her time as sheâs faking her lines
Will the infamous ink ever dry?
Hung, hung, hung, hung side by side again
(Side by side this is where we beginâ¦)
Hung, hung, hung, hung and weâll lie again
(Lying on blankets of sable and sinâ¦)
Hung, hung, hung, hung and weâre dry again
(Oh, will we dry will we try againâ¦)
And the ink almost dries as we hang on the line
And weâre closer than ever this time
And weâve tangled the lines as we walk these fine times
When it breaks we will take to new heightsâ¦