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