cold winter's sun
My feet on the ground
pale windless city
numbness for sound

I'll wait, back here
Or will you notice
moment in time
photograph lost here
Since you were mine
I'll wait back here
Or should I start pushing my way back
Yeah...
Should I start pushing my way back?

I walk past your room
deep silhouette
You're tired of racing
You don't understand

I'll wait, back here
cold end, an evening
soaked cigarette
I'm asleep on a shoulder that I've never met
I'll wait back here
Or should I, start pushing my way back
Yeah...
Should I start pushing my way?

Cold, and the whiskey is wearing
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Ohh...
And I'm thinking of leaving
I could just lay down
Lay down and freeze to death
Yeah.....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ohhh.... ohhh... hold on.

cold winter's sun
My feet on the ground
pale windless city
numbness for sound