Cold War

There's nothing left to say that really hasn't been said
No stone unturned
No passage left unread
I fanned your flames
'Til the winter was gone

You should never be the only thing alive in a room
It's a cold war, and a hard floor, and a day that comes too soon
It's a hand on the door
Again, and again, and again

A place for everything, and everything in it's place
I can't stand that sound
I can't bear the look on your face
Once a knife is thrown
You can never call it back

It's a back porch, and a car-port, and simple things
That remind me of you,
And all the things that that brings
It's a hand on the door
Again, and again, and again

Cold war is a cycle of repeating mistakes
It's the crack in your voice, and the look on your face
One quick turn-around, and it's going down today
Standing down, and the cycle breaks

Box-up all the sweaters, get that summer dress
Open up the windows, let it in
The cold war is over, quickly grab your things and begin

Cold war is a cycle of repeating mistakes
It's the crack in your voice, and the look on your face
One quick turn-around, and it's going down today
Standing down, and the cycle breaks
Standing down and the cycle breaks



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Carroll
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