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
Oh
And I'm thinking of leaving
I could just lay down
Lay down and freeze to death

Hey yeha yeha
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