A cold winter sun
My feet underground
A numbness for sound
A pale winter city
I'll wait back here A moment in time
All that you notice
A photograph lost here
I'll wait back here
Since you were mine Or should I
Yeah, should I start
Start pushing my way back
Pushing my way back I walk past your room
In deep silhouette
You're down and I said
You're tired of racing I'll wait back here
A soaked cigarette
A cold end, and evening
That I've never met
I'm asleep on a shoulder
I'll wait back here
Or should I Start pushing my way back
Pushing my way back
Yeah, should I start Cold, and the whiskey is wearing
Oh, and I'm thinking of leaving
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Lay down and freeze to death
I could just lay down Hey yeah yeah
Oh, hold on
Hey yeah yeah
Oh, hold on
Yeah.
A cold winter sun A pale winter city
My feet underground
A numbness for sound.
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