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 I said

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 back



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



A cold winter sun

My feet underground

A pale winter city

A numbness for sound




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