Cold in the 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 
I dont understand 

I'll wait, back here 
Cold and beneath me 
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 
home 

And I'm with all these women 
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.... 

Cold in the Sun 
My feet on the ground 
pale windless city 
numbness for sound