Cold in the 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
i dont understand
I'll wait, back here
cold and beneath me
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
And i'm with all these women
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....
Cold in the sun
my feet on the ground
a pale windless city
a numbness for sound