The War is Over - Elder Brother

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 the one to

Walk away

First floor, first floor exposure

No more «can you comeover?"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