numbness

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

i walk past your room
a deep silhouette
you're tired of racing
i don't understand

i'll wait
back here
a cold end
an evening
a soaked cigarette
i'm asleep on a shoulder that i've never met
should i start pushing my way home

cold
and the whiskey is wearing
and i'm on the edge of my breath
i'm thinking of leaving
i could just lay down
lay down and freeze to death.

numbness for sound - howie day