A cold winter sun
my feet underground
a pale windless city
a numbness for sound
I'll wait, back here
all that you notice
a moment in time
a 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
in deep silhouette
you're tired of racing
you're down and I said
I'll wait, back here
a cold end, an evening
a 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, ohh
hold on
A cold winter sun
my feet underground
a pale windless city
a numbness for sound