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