Numbness for Sound

A cold winter’s 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
You don’t understand
I’ll wait, back here
A cold end, an 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?
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… Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ohhh… ohhh… hold on.
A cold winter’s sun
My feet on the ground
A pale windless city
A numbness for sound