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• Artiste: David Wilcox
• Titre: The Wafflehouse
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At the Wafflehouse At the edge of the dark abyss When confusion descends like this Deeper and denser At the Wafflehouse After the midnight hour I am scraping the eggs and flour From the napkin dispenser 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.