A cold winter sun, the underground
A pale winter city, a numbness for sound
I await back here
All that you notice, a moment in time
Like a photograph lost here
Since you were mine
I await back here
Or should I start pushing my way back?
Yeah
Should I start pushing my way back?
Pushing my way back
I walk past your room, deep silhouette
You're tired of racing, you're down and upset
I await back here
A cold end in the evening, a salt cigarette
A sleep on a shoulder I've never met
And I await back here
Or should I start pushing my way back?
Yeah
Should I start pushing my way back?
Cold and the whiskey is wearing
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Oh
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Oh
I'm thinking of leaving
I could just lay down
Lay down and freeze to death
I'm


I'm
I'm
Yeah



Yeah
I'm
Huh




Oh, hold on
A cold winter sun, feet underground
A pale winter city, numbness for sound
A cold winter city, numbness for sound