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