A cold winter sun My feet underground A pale winter 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 upset I'll wait back here A cold end, and 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 Hey, yeah, yeah Oh, hold on Yeah... Hey, yeah, yeah Oh, hold on A cold winter sun My feet underground A pale winter city A numbness for sound