Numbness for Sound (Live at State Theater, Portland, ME - December 2003)

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 a deep silhouette tonight

You're tired of racing

You're down and upset

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...?

Cold, and the whiskey is wearin'

I'm on the edge of my breath

Oh, yet I'm thinking of leavin'

I could just lay down

Lay down and freeze to death

Hey, yeah, yeah

Oh, hold on, yeah

Hey, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, hold on

A cold winter sun

My feet underground

A pale winter city

A numbness for sound