A cold winter sun, my feet underground

A pale winter city, a numbness for sound

I'll wait back here.

All that you noticed, 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 upset.

I'll wait back here.



A cold ended 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.

Oh... and I'm thinking of leaving.

I could just lay down, lay down and freeze to death.



Hold on...



A cold winter sun, my feet underground...

A pale winter city, a numbness for sound...