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