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
home
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 d**h.
Yeah.....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ohhh....
A cold winter sun
My feet underground
A pale windless city
A numbness for sound