Numbness for Sound (Live in Norfolk)

A cold winter sun
My feet underground
A pale winter 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, and 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 back

Cold, and the whiskey is wearing
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Oh, and I'm thinking of leaving
I could just lay down
Lay down and freeze to death

Hey yeah yeah
Oh, hold on
Yeah...
Hey yeah yeah
Oh, hold on

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