Στοίχοι: Poets Of The Fall. Late Goodbye.

In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes on the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye your breath hot upon my cheek, and we crossed, that line you made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye the devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...