"Numbness For Sound" by Howie Day

A cold winter sun 
My feet underground 
A pale windless 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 
Yeah... 
Should I start pushing my way back 

I walk past your room 
In deep silhouette 
You're tired of racing 
You're down and I said 

I'll wait, back here 
A cold end, an evening 
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 

Cold, and the whiskey is wearing 
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.... 

A cold winter sun 
My feet underground 
A pale windless city 
A numbness for sound