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