Cold winter sun
My feet on the ground
A pale winter city
A numbness for sound
I'll wait back here
All that 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
Should I start pushing my way back
I walk past your room
A deep silhouette
You're tired of racing
I don't understand
I'll wait back here
Cold and beneath me
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
Should I start pushing my way home
Oh and the whiskey is wearing
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Or I'm thinking of leaving
I could just lay down
Lay down and freeze to death
Oh hold on
A cold winter sun
My feet on the ground
A pale winter city
A numbness for sound
Numbness For Sound - Howie Day
