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