Numbness For Sound

Cold winter sun,

My feet on the ground

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

Should I start pushing my way back?

I walk past your room,

A deep silhouette

You're tired of racing,

I don't 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?

Should I start pushing my way home?

Oh, and the whiskey is wearing,

And I'm on the edge of my breath

Or I'm thinking of leaving

I could just lay down,

Lay down and freeze to death

Oh, hold on

A cold winter sun,

My feet on the ground

A pale winter city,

A numbness for sound