Cold war, cold war is over
One more, one more foreclosure

Another lot covered in weeds
Another vacant house on your street
Another kid who grew up to be
Another sad message on your message machine

But I never thought I'd be the one to
Walk away, walk away
I never thought I’d be the one to
Walk away, walk away
On a different night, in a different dream
I felt your love coming back to me
I never thought I'd be thе one to
Walk away

First floor, first floor exposure
No morе “can you come over?”s

No more knots I can't undo
No more sorrow, no more blues
No more walls left to break through
To see the less elaborate version of you