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 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 yeah Should I start pushing my way Cold and the whiskey is wearing 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 hey yeah yeah yeah Ohhh hold on yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Ohhh hold on Cold in the sun My feet on the ground A pale windless city A numbness for sound