numbness for sound

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