A cold winter's sun 

My feet on the ground 

A pale windless city 

A numbness for sound 



I'll wait, back here 

Or will 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 

A deep silhouette 

You're tired of racing 

You don't understand 



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, Yeah 

Ohhh.... ohhh... hold on.



A cold winter's sun 

My feet on the ground 

A pale windless city 

A numbness for sound