The Wafflehouse Songtext

Where we
Who have run from our homes
When the silence of sorrow
Won't leave us alone

And we
Who are out here this late
Be it heartbreak or highway
Or some altered state

When it's time that we slow up,
We wrap both our hands around our cup
and stay until the feeling goes

As long there's broken hearts and dreams
and all of this highway in between
the Wafflehouse will never close

At the Wafflehouse
Under these colbalt skies Drivers with bloodshot eyes
Hallucinating

At the Wafflehouse
If you're facing some bitter truth
We'll save you a window booth
and we will be waiting

For you
when you run from your homes
when the silence of sorrow
won't leave you alone

And you
When you're out here this late
Be it heartbreak or highway
or some altered state

When its time that you slow up
you wrap both your hands around your cup
and stay until the feeling goes

As long as there's broken hearts and dreams
and all of this highway in between
the Wafflehouse will never close

I mean the wafflehouse will never close.