A cold winter's sun, my feet underground
A pale winter's 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'll await, back here
Or should I, start pushing my way back
Yeah, or should I, start pushing my way back
I walk past your room, deep silhouette
You're tired of racing, you're down and upset
I'll await, back here
Cold end of evening, a salt cigarette
Asleep on a shoulder, I've never met
And I'll await, back here
Or should I, start pushing my way back
Yeah, or should I, start pushing my way
You're cold, and the risky is wearing
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Oh, and I'm thinking of leaving
I could just lay down, lay down to freeze to death
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll hold on
Yeah
I'll hold on
Cold winter sun, feet underground
Pale winter city, numbness for sound
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