Strato Edge
War Child
Put the tip upon the table
To the pretty waitress who kept your coffee cup filled
Walk out into the cold night, wind tearing through the darkness
Can't wrap my head around the past, stays buried within my soul
Your face cuts through the night, nickel in my pocket and I know who to call
The voice of sadness rings through the night
Wanting things to back to how they were
Through the wire we feel so close
But an ocean of things unsaid keeps us miles apart
Maybe I need some sleep, put this burden past
Stare off into the night, hanging up the phone
Numbness takes me down the path, it's gonna be a long walk home
Put a hand into the past and you can't come back
No, no, no, you can't come back
To the pretty waitress who kept your coffee cup filled
Walk out into the cold night, wind tearing through the darkness
Can't wrap my head around the past, stays buried within my soul
Your face cuts through the night, nickel in my pocket and I know who to call
The voice of sadness rings through the night
Wanting things to back to how they were
Through the wire we feel so close
But an ocean of things unsaid keeps us miles apart
Maybe I need some sleep, put this burden past
Stare off into the night, hanging up the phone
Numbness takes me down the path, it's gonna be a long walk home
Put a hand into the past and you can't come back
No, no, no, you can't come back
