Numbness For Sound

A cold winter sun
 My feet underground
 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? Yeah
 Should I start
 Pushing my way back?
 I walk past your room
 In deep silhouette
 You're tired of racing
 You're down and upset
 I'll wait back here
 A cold end, and 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
 Oh, and I'm thinking of leaving
 I could just lay down
 Lay down and freeze to death
 Hey, yeah, yeah
 Oh, hold on
 Yeah...
 Hey, yeah, yeah
 Oh, hold on
 A cold winter sun
 My feet underground
 A pale winter city
 A numbness for sound