Cold in the Sun My feet on the ground A pale windless city A numbness for sound I'll wait, back here or will 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 A deep silhouette You're tired of racing I dont 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 Yeah... Should I start pushing my way home And I'm with all these women And I'm on the edge of my breath Ohh... And I'm thinking of leaving I could just lay down Lay down and freeze to death. Yeah.....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Ohhh.... Cold in the Sun My feet on the ground A pale windless city A numbness for sound