A cold winter's sun, my feet undergroundA pale winter's city, a numbness for soundI await, back hereAll that you notice, a moment in timeLike a photograph lost here, since you were mineI'll await, back hereOr should I, start pushing my way backYeah, or should I, start pushing my way backI walk past your room, deep silhouetteYou're tired of racing, you're down and upsetI'll await, back hereCold end of evening, a salt cigaretteAsleep on a shoulder, I've never metAnd I'll await, back hereOr should I, start pushing my way backYeah, or should I, start pushing my wayYou're cold, and the risky is wearingAnd I'm on the edge of my breathOh, and I'm thinking of leavingI could just lay down, lay down to freeze to deathYeah, yeah, yeahI'll hold onYeahI'll hold onCold winter sun, feet undergroundPale winter city, numbness for sound*